not alone

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Very nearly the urge to pull his arm away is strong enough that he almost does; the thought of having Ronin's lips where Neron's had just been is enough to bring a splash of acid up the back of his throat. Not bothering to close his eyes, happy enough to have stars blot out his vision, Remi breathes deeply as the world around them erodes into starlight and snow.

There's something so impossibly tantalizing about the feel of such a soft kiss on his skin after all the murder and fury and unhappy arousal, that has the Lullaby softly inhaling with surprise and delight. "Ronin..." Twisting his hand to curl his fingers against his husband's cheek that he might draw Ronin's focus, Remi kisses his husband hard enough to suggest that there might be more healing yet to do. The blue of Neron's eyes still stings in the back of Remi's mind as does his smug smile, and gods but he wants to replace it. To forget it forever, but if not that, to at least bury it beneath the weight of his husband's touch.