I will fight the end
"Remi..." Ronin's eyes are still closed, and the breath he's just taken has stuttered in his chest. He is acutely aware of the way the alchemist's fingers brush against his own, of the warm length of his body pressed back against him, of everything they've been missing out on and everything they might put right in this moment of hurt and anger. It makes Ronin sick, the way he wants to sink into it, and although his grip on his husband tightens rather than loosening, he can't help the sadness in his voice when he speaks.
"Not like this." He's frowning, hating himself for even saying it and forcing his attention back to the thread of their conversation. "What they are? They're your adopted mother, and your best friend," he reminds him. "We might not be able to stop that war, but we can try to help how the people we care about are affected, can't we?"
Remi's kiss along his arm feels much better than it ought to, and he scoffs out a quiet laugh. "Sure," he says. "Who do you want to start with?"
"Not like this." He's frowning, hating himself for even saying it and forcing his attention back to the thread of their conversation. "What they are? They're your adopted mother, and your best friend," he reminds him. "We might not be able to stop that war, but we can try to help how the people we care about are affected, can't we?"
Remi's kiss along his arm feels much better than it ought to, and he scoffs out a quiet laugh. "Sure," he says. "Who do you want to start with?"
'til the end is here
