this madness of now

”Excuse me, but when you’re the one with tentacles wrapping around your legs, you can complain.” Ronin raised his eyebrows incredulously to his husband, as if possessing the tentacles was completely different. Which it was. Mostly. Still, as strange as this was, seeing Remi with such ease and laughter was the only balm he’d ever need again to mend a heart so bruised and exhausted. ”Of course,” he echoed with a shit eating grin, missing up the alchemist’s mop of wet curls only for him to go and pull a knife on him. ”Listen, we got married, what’s mine is already yours so there’s really no need for the muggi— Remi can you not go five minutes without harming yourself, seriously.” Ronin’s tone was good natured but there was still worry in his expression, even as the new ring was suddenly and unceremoniously slipped on his finger. ”What are y—“ Cut off by his own sign, Ronin had no choice but to watch his tentacled lover bob away into the waves. At least, until the sound of his voice suddenly cut into his head. ”Whoa— what? I mean, yes, I can.” RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.