disturbed

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

"No?" Remi returned, an utterly filthy expression on his face as he cocked his head suggestively to the side. "Then again if you thought of it as stabbing I think I would have to reconsider my technique."

Humming a note of incredulity and skepticism, Remi placed his glass of wine down, his too-pale eyes alight with mischief. "I had better check, just to be sure." He mumbled through lips intent on doing things other than speaking. Lifting the bottom of Ronin's shirt up to reveal a stomach now well-punctuated with muscle but without the silvery remnants of scaring, the alchemist snorted thoughtfully. "Maybe a closer inspection, then." Lowering himself down for a moment, Remi traced the lines of muscle on Ronin's torso with his lips, before pausing at the place where once he'd had his hand, holding in the ex-captain's life blood. Staring for a moment at Ronin's stomach, Remi chuckled to himself before kissing the now entirely blemish-free area.

Glancing up adoringly, the alchemist shook his head slightly. "You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk with my arms around you that day."