The seconds stretched on. Too long, and though Remi couldn't move or breathe or even dare to think, simultaneously he was screaming inside. And so as Ronin pulled his hands away, a gesture that seemed to cut right to the quick of the alchemist's worries, the word next said struck out a discordant resonance deep within his bones.
"Okay?" Remi repeated, lips, heart, and mind numb. His hands were still raised where they'd held Ronin's; impossibly pathetic and needy. "N-next?"
Maybe it was because of the fact that Ronin hadn't been Ronin for months. That all he'd had of his husband were flashes in the dark. And then, lately, Loren had done precisely the same as well. Moments of clarity and ease followed by being swiftly shut down and shoved out. "Hey, no. Talk to me." Reaching forward, his hands sliding around the king's waist even as his hands snugly sank into his pockets, the alchemist tried to jostle something out of the hunter. "I...it was wrong. I was wrong. I.." His fingertips pulsed anxiously against the guildmaster as Remi pulled in a breath. "You told me once I could make up my own mind about things. Decisions that other people have been making their whole lives. A year ago I had never even really been in a relationship before. Not a realy one, and—"
Like oil and water, the frustration of not being able to communicate what he was feeling slicked away from the genuine sorrow he felt, the regret and remorse over what he'd done and the way it was impacted his partner. Remi didn't have the words to say he was a naive and broken idiot who thought he could simply have his cake and eat it too. He hadn't known before that there was a choice to be made, a line in the sand, or sides. He didn't know now. But if there were, he new exactly where he wanted to be. "—Ronin please. I am so sorry. I ... "
If he could, he'd slip his hands away from the king's waist to cup his cheeks, drawing his eyes up if he could. "Please. You are all that I want." Tears trickled down his cheeks, as, for the first time, he realized the magnitude of what he'd done and what he stood to lose.
"Okay?" Remi repeated, lips, heart, and mind numb. His hands were still raised where they'd held Ronin's; impossibly pathetic and needy. "N-next?"
Maybe it was because of the fact that Ronin hadn't been Ronin for months. That all he'd had of his husband were flashes in the dark. And then, lately, Loren had done precisely the same as well. Moments of clarity and ease followed by being swiftly shut down and shoved out. "Hey, no. Talk to me." Reaching forward, his hands sliding around the king's waist even as his hands snugly sank into his pockets, the alchemist tried to jostle something out of the hunter. "I...it was wrong. I was wrong. I.." His fingertips pulsed anxiously against the guildmaster as Remi pulled in a breath. "You told me once I could make up my own mind about things. Decisions that other people have been making their whole lives. A year ago I had never even really been in a relationship before. Not a realy one, and—"
Like oil and water, the frustration of not being able to communicate what he was feeling slicked away from the genuine sorrow he felt, the regret and remorse over what he'd done and the way it was impacted his partner. Remi didn't have the words to say he was a naive and broken idiot who thought he could simply have his cake and eat it too. He hadn't known before that there was a choice to be made, a line in the sand, or sides. He didn't know now. But if there were, he new exactly where he wanted to be. "—Ronin please. I am so sorry. I ... "
If he could, he'd slip his hands away from the king's waist to cup his cheeks, drawing his eyes up if he could. "Please. You are all that I want." Tears trickled down his cheeks, as, for the first time, he realized the magnitude of what he'd done and what he stood to lose.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
