cinders and smoke

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin’s hand closed around Remi’s easily, though he only glanced back at his husband as he began to speak. Surprisingly, his words drew a soft, sad laugh from Ronin’s throat, the hunter shaking his head and squeezing Remi’s hand back. ”And you don’t think I have changed?” he asked, his brow furrowing. ”Remi, you are my husband. You’re not some asset I can just discard because parts of it don’t act like they used to.” That in itself was insulting, to both he and the alchemist. ”This is far from too much right now. I don’t want anything or anyone else but you, so please, stop trying to make out you aren’t good enough.”