RONIN
the darkstar
What his husband says is upsetting mostly because it is true, and Ronin doesn't have to understand the travelling tongue to recognise that. He leans in for a kiss because what the fuck else can they do, the press of his lips soft and gentle and at odds with the way his hands try to clutch Remi close to him.
"Sometimes I hate that we are the way we are," he mutters, the words lingering against his husband's lips. "What I would give, some days, to be back behind that barrier." Horrible as it might have been.
Drawing back, he smooths Remi's curls back out of his face, his expression growing all the more grave as the alchemist continues. "When did you become a soldier?" he whispers, and there is something desperately sad in his tone. "I'm sorry, Remi."
"Sometimes I hate that we are the way we are," he mutters, the words lingering against his husband's lips. "What I would give, some days, to be back behind that barrier." Horrible as it might have been.
Drawing back, he smooths Remi's curls back out of his face, his expression growing all the more grave as the alchemist continues. "When did you become a soldier?" he whispers, and there is something desperately sad in his tone. "I'm sorry, Remi."
