cinders and smoke

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Remi snorted at that, a brief flicker of real joy alight in his eyes as he shook his head. "The only day you've ever been plucky with me, was that day on the beach." He said with a fading smile. "But that's the thing Ronin. I don't want to be something you handle, someone who is just enough. A necessary paperweight. I feel ruined Ronin. And not in a way that's fixable." And really, that was the truth of it all. That's what Remi had been getting at this entire time: I'm broken, and i'm so fucking sorry that you've bound yourself to me. With sudden strength Remi returned Ronin's grip, his expression one of deep pain and fear. I love you so gods damned much that look said; the last words of a dying man lost out at sea. But if that sea was just the blue of Ronin's eyes then perhaps there was still a chance. A way back. If not, if perhaps Ronin was strong enough to drag him along—anchor and all—perhaps that would be enough. Reaching forward his free hand to tangle it in the back of Ronin's hair and draw him near, instead of stealing a kiss he merely pressed their foreheads together, Remi's eyes squeezing shut. 'Only you for me." He agreed, the words just a whispered breath over his lips.