the baffled king composing hallelujah
"It would be useful in case you were ever lost and drunk, too," Ronin said of the tattoo, the warmth returning to his smile as Remi spoke. Squeezing his hands back, the hunter closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the simple moment of closeness for what it was.
"The same goes here," he vowed, though his words were lined with quiet uncertainty. Not that he wouldn't always put Remi first - that was set in stone and it always would be. But Safrin had already proven that there were ways to make it seem as though the alchemist had never existed. And he worried about that.
Blinking his eyes open again, he tilted his head and gazed down at his husband. "And what's that?" he asked; Remi's smile was contagrious, and Ronin found himself the best sort of puzzled.
"The same goes here," he vowed, though his words were lined with quiet uncertainty. Not that he wouldn't always put Remi first - that was set in stone and it always would be. But Safrin had already proven that there were ways to make it seem as though the alchemist had never existed. And he worried about that.
Blinking his eyes open again, he tilted his head and gazed down at his husband. "And what's that?" he asked; Remi's smile was contagrious, and Ronin found himself the best sort of puzzled.
