cinders and smoke

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”I am never trying to fight you, Remi,” Ronin said softly, giving his husband an honest smile that bore more sadness than it ought to. ”No competitions, I swear. I just wanted you to know that change goes for both of us. I’m not the plucky ex-soldier back from the dead anymore, and I can handle a lot more than before.” That all but went without saying. Still, the near grief in his expression at those words - I suppose I don’t believe you was hard to hide as he took everything about Remi in. Did he plan to continue on like this? Absolutely not. But he and the alchemist currently walked two different paths in the same direction; Ronin was just trying to find the route that let them meet up again. His eyes widened as his hand was pulled against Remi’s chest, fingers splaying to rest, warm and calloused, across the other man’s heart. He held Remi’s gaze with eyes like steady blue fire, and his free hand came up to caress his cheek. ”Never,” he vowed softly. ”Believe anything else you like, but I will never love anyone else. You’re it for me, I promise.”