RONIN
Remi lunges for his collar and Ronin reaches out to capture his hand, starlight emanating from him in soft waves; even the prospect of this is enough overwhelm him emotionally, and only the fact that he’s still holding the canteen of hotsprings water prevents him from scooping Remi up and into his arms. ”Yes I do,” he says softly. ”Sorry, but you married me. I belong here more than anywhere else.”
Of course he understands that his husband probably isn’t seeing him right now, probably doesn’t even know where he is, but Ronin’s patience for the Lullaby is endless right now. ”Remi, look again. It’s me.” He presses the alchemist’s hand flat against his chest so he can feel the thrum of his heartbeat. Whether or not that incites the other man to try and tear it, still beating, out of his chest?
They’re about to find out.
Of course he understands that his husband probably isn’t seeing him right now, probably doesn’t even know where he is, but Ronin’s patience for the Lullaby is endless right now. ”Remi, look again. It’s me.” He presses the alchemist’s hand flat against his chest so he can feel the thrum of his heartbeat. Whether or not that incites the other man to try and tear it, still beating, out of his chest?
They’re about to find out.
one more wish for you
