the baffled king composing hallelujah
"I don't know yet, but I will be sure to let you know," Ronin assured his husband. Remi wasn't the only one feeling lighter; since their very rocky patch up at the lighthouse, and the hours spent finding the ring that adorned the alchemist's finger, life had been warm and bright and... good, really. And weird-goddess-sex-dreams aside (Ronin still pretended he couldn't see the glint of gold against his skin, and Remi hadn't noticed it just yet), there was little for them to worry about in the world now.
Raising his eyebrows at the prospect of a gift from the other man, he held out his hand for Remi, only to find it unceremoniously smacked away. "Oi!" Ronin cried, beaming and laughing after him. He had no chance of catching the hawk on foot, so the hunter used his astral projection to sprint across the sand in the hope that he could get tot he wagon first. While one Ronin ran as fast as he might make it, the real one let out a piercing whistle to the sky.
A nimbus swooped down to fetch him, and the Dark Star called a playful threat after his husband as he flew after him.
Raising his eyebrows at the prospect of a gift from the other man, he held out his hand for Remi, only to find it unceremoniously smacked away. "Oi!" Ronin cried, beaming and laughing after him. He had no chance of catching the hawk on foot, so the hunter used his astral projection to sprint across the sand in the hope that he could get tot he wagon first. While one Ronin ran as fast as he might make it, the real one let out a piercing whistle to the sky.
A nimbus swooped down to fetch him, and the Dark Star called a playful threat after his husband as he flew after him.
