I will fight the end
There's nothing that Ronin can really say to that - difficult as his upbringing sometimes could be, his life was positively luxurious compared to the sick mother, abusive father and life in a wagon that Remi came through to get here. So he doesn't try to offer anything with words, merely sitting a touch closer to the Lullaby, reaching up to let gentle fingers trace along his bare shoulders and down his spine.
"I never knew," he says softly. Even though Ronin had been comparatively roguish in the Storm Guard, knocking knees with commoners and nobles alike, he had clearly never delved quite that deeply into Northwind's underbelly. Not enough to hear such a language.
And he's surprised at the music in it, particularly when it comes in his husband's timbre. For all of the quiet hate and cold anger rolling out of Remi, the smile on Ronin's face is warm and utterly enthralled. His free hand moves to try to tease the claw away from accidentally (or on purpose) puncturing into the alchemist's palm, and he leans in to drop a kiss against Remi's shoulder.
"It sounds beautiful," he says. "And your mother had a beautiful voice, too. I always forget... how much you've been through."
"I never knew," he says softly. Even though Ronin had been comparatively roguish in the Storm Guard, knocking knees with commoners and nobles alike, he had clearly never delved quite that deeply into Northwind's underbelly. Not enough to hear such a language.
And he's surprised at the music in it, particularly when it comes in his husband's timbre. For all of the quiet hate and cold anger rolling out of Remi, the smile on Ronin's face is warm and utterly enthralled. His free hand moves to try to tease the claw away from accidentally (or on purpose) puncturing into the alchemist's palm, and he leans in to drop a kiss against Remi's shoulder.
"It sounds beautiful," he says. "And your mother had a beautiful voice, too. I always forget... how much you've been through."
'til the end is here
