honey and the moon

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

Though Remi can't feel the lips pressed to the back of his hand, still there's a flutter in his stomach that has his dimples deepening despite his feigned affect of nonchalance at the gesture.

If there's a whisper of melancholy or sadness in what Ronin has to say, Remi doesn't hear it. Instead he interprets the box-less shape of his husband as something to be admired. Being one thing might be simple and easily satisfied, but the world they came from and this one have moulded them into strange men who possess godly abilities but mortal desires. Of course Ronin didn't fit in a single box anymore. "Mercenaries?" Looking adorably confused, his head tilted with a rather avian slant, the alchemist looks for clarification, thinking his definition of mercenary must be wrong somehow.

"We could always make up a word for what you are. Something that means..wanderer and eater of things. Good at planning first dates but not behaving appropriately on them." Here the alchemist nudges his partner's shoulder before he resumes swinging their hands. "Exploder of temples and wielder of stars."