where the wild things are

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Gods but his husband is unfairly attractive. I see. So saying, the hawk morphs and grows until the alchemist is sat upon the tree instead with his legs dangling effortlessly down from the branch. His own wings are folded up tight against his back, and as he gazes down at the bloody and dark man dappled by the sunlight, he finds the familiar phrase of I have never loved you more than I do right now, resonating in the back of his thoughts.

"I do." Stilling the urge to simply drop from the canopy and pin Ronin to the forest floor, Remi instead glances up. "Lead the way, and do not overthink it." He remarks gently, unsure if Ronin has tried to fly this way before. "It is not like flying as a dragon. It will feel different, but do not try and correct it or you will end up pitching forward and diving into the ground.