the breath in my lungs

you trace my lines, stirring my soul

'Is he any good?" Remi asked leadingly, his smile evident and devilish in the way it twisted his words. "At sparring." He added with a well-meaning nudge to Ronin's hip.

"And I did and I will—" Inhaling sharply against the sudden press of lips against his, Remi hummed happily into the gesture. Though it was only Ronin who could coax it out of him, the alchemist felt more joyful in his husband's presence than perhaps he ever had. Perhaps that's why it was so hard for him to think of churning the waters so soon after they're both nearly drowned.

So it was that the alchemist grabbed on to any distraction he could with eager fervour. "Mm, before we do, there's something I need to give you." Holding out a hand as if wanting Ronin to take it that they might stroll back together, Remi waited until it was within reach before giving it a quick slap, yelling Tag!, and then leaping into the air. Shrinking and twisting until his wings caught his significantly smaller body, the hawk let out a mischevious cry before shooting towards their wagon.

THE ALCHEMIST