i’m your preacher and you’re my god

I swear I still believe but I don't know

Ronin smiles too, as Remi’s fingertips draw pictures against his skin, bringing it to life with warm touches and the sort of rough caresses that belie how gentle he knows the Alchemist can be. ”No, she didn’t,” he agrees, his amusement audible in his voice. He lets his hands roam over his husband in turn, ghosting along his upper arms, shoulders, so he can bury his fingers in soft curls. ”She was quite insistent, in fact, that I had someone waiting for me.” He sounds surprised about it too, though he’s hardly complaining.

”She’s going to do her best, with Ludo,” Ronin says quietly. ”It... isn’t a sure thing. It never was. But... I’m okay with it, I think. I was doing my best for Vanya, but she’s out there, whether it’s in the sky or with Mort. But you’re in here, with me.”

the dark star