moonlight silhouettes

i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return

Devilishly handsome though his husband absolutely was, he'd also been a feral wood-monster for almost a month now. To say his body was caked in blood and earth would have been an understatement. Amusingly it was Remi's raccoon instincts that wanted to clean his husband off the most, something anxious and twitching coming over his fingers at the sight of the grime beneath Ronin's nails and the bits of dried leaves in his hair. But oh, it wouldn't be the hands of the small ringed-eye creature that would be doing the washing.

With instructions that bordered merely on inarticulate growls, Remi banged open the guildhall door with a distracted shove. "Welcome....home..." The alchemist whispered against Ronin's lips, far too engrossed in the sensation of his husband's body actually responding and feeling the way it used to, to be quite, subtle, or anything other than flagrantly handsy.