the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Gods, Remi." Ronin's arms encircled his husband the moment he was released, holding him close and letting his hands run down the alchemist's back, over his sides, his shoulders, through his curls like he couldn't get enough of him. "Thank you," he whispered into his lover's hair, unaware when he'd started to shiver with the cold, but trembling nonetheless.
"You brought me blankets," he mumbled, sounding adorably endeared by it and trying to shift to sit up without having to let Remi go (it wasn't going to happen, put simply, so if he didn't manage it he'd give up). "I missed you so much. I don't... it's like watching it happen from far away. I'm so sorry..."
"You brought me blankets," he mumbled, sounding adorably endeared by it and trying to shift to sit up without having to let Remi go (it wasn't going to happen, put simply, so if he didn't manage it he'd give up). "I missed you so much. I don't... it's like watching it happen from far away. I'm so sorry..."
THE
FALLEN STAR