walk me to the knife edge

Crush away, Remi's embrace suggests, as he clings to his husband's arm and fights to regain his breath. It's a strange thing indeed, to be winded upon a cloud, your salty-wet husband holding you close as you watch a pod of encantados o(of which you were previously one), dart off toward a horizon you can't see.

[say]"Upside down. Over something sharp."[/say] The Alchemist agrees with an unsteady smile as he turns to gaze up at Ronin. [say]"No, I think you did it. I just flopped around."[/say] With a menacing smile, Remi reaches up to cup a hand on Ronin's cheek, relishing the thunder-slick beat of the huntsman's heart on his finger and the vivacity of emotion coursing into him. [say]"You feel ... incredible."[/say] The words are mumbled as Remi shifts to his knees, both hands on Ronin's cheeks now.

[say]"You are incredible."[/say] The day that Remi becomes tired of saying such things to Ronin—the day he stops feeling them—seems impossible. It makes laughable the lusty thoughts of other men which had once plagued him so.

It's you, for me. And gods if that wasn't the truest thing he knew.