[SE] and it goes like this

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

It's true that seemingly nothing could loom so large as to ever keep the two apart, and what should have made Remi's shoulders sag with relief instead has his lips tightening. I know, the lines around his eyes seem to say; and what's more is that I know there are yet more things for us to overcome. That they could and would overcome anything and everything implied that there were still anything's and everything's in their future.

More stubborn than his counterpart, Remi certainly will try to find the words to describe the complexity of his feelings for the Huntsman. There was a lyricism he was striving for, an artistic rendering his heart felt obligated to make and yet with his ruined fingers and quick temper Remi no longer felt like he was the sort of man capable of creating the sort of beauty that Ronin deserved.

And so he kissed him instead.

Pressing his tongue in generous arcs against his husband's, Remi only lazily acknowledged the building heat in his belly. If anything I should be glad for what happened. I do not want those feelings for anyone but you. Trailing his fingers against the scruff of Ronin's jawline and up to where his dark hair took over, Remi sips in a breath of crisp air sweetened with the aroma of cocoa and starlight while keeping his lips still against Ronin's. And now I don't.

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)