it's a long way home

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

Much as the alchemist did want the bright and carnal intimacy that came from the pairs sexcapades, it had become clear to Remi on more than one occasion what his husband was and wasn't capable of since having been blighted. Tenderhearted as he was, simply roaming the slopes of his husband's body was a more than gratifying placeholder.

"When I was younger.." Remi began, hands working at the knots interspersed throughout Ronin's muscles (whether because of the blight, or because of how rigidly Ronin tried to ward it off, Remi didn't know, nor did it matter). A similar sort of lubricant to that which the two men used in the bedroom (and almost every other room in the house) appeared on his fingers. Lightly scented like lavender, clover, and sea-salt, Remi worked the concoction onto Ronin's skin until it was warm to the touch. "..there was a particular trail that we would take, when going back and forth from the capitol..."

And so it went, that before the roaring fire with Remi sweetly whispering away at memories from his childhood and lovingly attending to his husband's body, Ronin fell asleep and missed the entire thing.

~FIN

Remi

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