cinders and smoke

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do There was a strange pattern of wounds on Remi's back and arms; small red marks that, when combined with the feathers lining the bottom of the hand-dug grave, might be better understood. Or not. Ronin seemed well on his way toward forgetting the language of madness. Turning towards the sound of the call, Remi was stunned to see the trio making their way across the sands. He'd absolutely forgotten about both dragon and unicorn, though that wasn't the most jarring thing about the scene. It was how impossibly beautiful and handsome Ronin looked, bathed in sunset hues accompanied by creatures from myth and legend. He looked whole. He looked whole. Earlier Remi wanted to run to Ronin, to tightly wrap his arms about his husband and threaten to never let go. Now, he simply nodded over his shoulder waiting until Ronin was closer before speaking.  "How was that?" He asked of the temple re-construction project.