I will fight the end
It was strange to be home.
It was strange to feel warm.
It was strange not to feel as though he was watching the world from someone else's eyes, from somewhere strange and bleak and frightening.
Strange though it might be, Ronin was still ecstatic about it. In the days since he had come back from the jail he'd not really ventured outside, more than content to continue to potter away at the guildhall - and get a routine back. Currently that routine consisted of training and eating (his appetite was truly monstrous, right now) - and so when Remi arrived home, it would be to the sight of his husband sprawled out on the thick rug before the fire with a bowl of stew in hand.
Sweaty and tousled from training in the snow, it was with bright eyes and a brighter smile that he turned to greet the alchemist. His bowl was nearly empty, so he felt no sadness in putting it down that he might go and greet Remi.
"You," he said, "missed me falling spectacularly on my face. I had to make a snow angel to escape a snowdrift and everything." Sighing dramatically, the hunter drew close so he could slip his arms around his husband's waist, drawing him close to brush his lips across his cheek in a gentle kiss. "You seem troubled."
It was strange to feel warm.
It was strange not to feel as though he was watching the world from someone else's eyes, from somewhere strange and bleak and frightening.
Strange though it might be, Ronin was still ecstatic about it. In the days since he had come back from the jail he'd not really ventured outside, more than content to continue to potter away at the guildhall - and get a routine back. Currently that routine consisted of training and eating (his appetite was truly monstrous, right now) - and so when Remi arrived home, it would be to the sight of his husband sprawled out on the thick rug before the fire with a bowl of stew in hand.
Sweaty and tousled from training in the snow, it was with bright eyes and a brighter smile that he turned to greet the alchemist. His bowl was nearly empty, so he felt no sadness in putting it down that he might go and greet Remi.
"You," he said, "missed me falling spectacularly on my face. I had to make a snow angel to escape a snowdrift and everything." Sighing dramatically, the hunter drew close so he could slip his arms around his husband's waist, drawing him close to brush his lips across his cheek in a gentle kiss. "You seem troubled."
'til the end is here
