shut the door & cut me open

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

Flinching, as if the gentleness in Ronin's voice was somehow warranted, Remi drew in a breath and offered his husband an imploring and wounded a stare. A stare that said he deserved to be yelled at, scolded, and probably locked up. But whatever restraint he'd shown in not killing Roana earlier had completely drained him of everything left, and so despite the reservations he had, Remi slumped appreciatively against Ronin, letting his husband's strong hands soothe away tension and feathers.

What came next was the strangest jumble of emotions though. Hearing the king reiterated that he was indeed home and at the alchemist's side made tears spring to Remi's eyes as a bubble of anxious laughter began to grow in his throat. Glancing up with the intention of saying something adoring or inappropriate (or both), he instead barked a hollow laugh at the mention of Roana.

"Literally Ronin, my hand against her throat, and she...how did she say it..." The alchemist squinted slightly, but the memory of the last hour was a blur. "Something about how when she watched the man she love die she...followed your last dying orders or something, while I just curled up here in the guildhall." With a groan of disbelief Remi rolled his eyes, before nudging Ronin with his shoulder. "Oh don't look so smug about it. Half of this place is in love with you I think."

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