help me, i'm drowning

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Normally this is when Remi would turn away, back to Ronin, staring daggers into the walls of the wagon and daring sleep to try and elude him. To say that Ronin had finally filled the hole in him, given what had just transpired might seem far too on the nose, and yet it was precisely what had happened. The grave, the fight, the thrown rings...he couldn't regret any of it, for the relief he now felt as he slumped contentedly in Ronin's arms was far too resplendent.

Letting himself be kissed and held, the alchemist did eventually let his feet find the sands again, though he didn't attempt to move his husband away from him, instead opting to rest his forehead against Ronin's shoulder. His hands wandered down his husband's spine as he finally managed to catch his breath.

"That last one is the only one I care about." Remi agreed in a sleepy mumble, raising his head to offer his husband a crooked and rather boyishly dishevelled smile. Pressing his lips against Ronin's and using his body to force the hunter back, Remi dragged his husband across the silvery sands to wash off in the ocean. It was brisk, but invigoratingly so.

When they returned to the wagon it was into each others arms that they tumbled, wrapped up in each other as they hadn't been for weeks.

~FIN