(SE) time of your life

”Remi.” Ronin hisses in his lover’s name through a sharp breath as he walks back into he room, a jug of cool water and a couple of glasses in hand. He barely stops himself from dropping it all, setting it on a side table and striding across the room to get to his husband and the... knife... and the flowerpot. ”What were you trying to do?” he wants to know, grabbing a shirt from nearby (their clothes are always everywhere) to stem the flow of blood from Remi’s thumb. ”I think it’s best if you and I stuck together from here on out, don’t you?” he inquires, smiling sadly to his husband and getting an arm around him to try and help him to his feet - and back to the safety of the bed. ”You’re running a fever, I think. How are you feeling?” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression