i will be coming back
It feels like a thousand years ago, when they were both very different men, but Ronin does remember, and his smile takes on a touch of sadness to recall it. "Who knew we would end up here," he murmurs, leaning in as if to kiss away some of the blood from Remi's curls or forehead. His husband barely smells like himself - and Ronin will surprise himself again and again, in the coming weeks, at how this sense has become so heightened - but he could tell Remi apart in a crowd of a thousand, he's sure.
Allowing himself to be tugged into a kiss, it doesn't matter to Ronin that it still tastes a little like iron, like a struggle in the dead of night, and the Huntsman relaxes however fractionally it might be. "I was working on our kitchen," he says softly. "I'll have it finished by the end of the week. Bedroom is wherever we fall asleep, it doesn't matter to me."
Brushing a hand over Remi's hair, Ronin draws back enough to smile at the alchemist's frustration. "I'd insist, but I just promised you that I wouldn't."
Allowing himself to be tugged into a kiss, it doesn't matter to Ronin that it still tastes a little like iron, like a struggle in the dead of night, and the Huntsman relaxes however fractionally it might be. "I was working on our kitchen," he says softly. "I'll have it finished by the end of the week. Bedroom is wherever we fall asleep, it doesn't matter to me."
Brushing a hand over Remi's hair, Ronin draws back enough to smile at the alchemist's frustration. "I'd insist, but I just promised you that I wouldn't."
in a phrase to cut these lips
i love you
RONIN
