the dying sun illuminates so much

I swear I still believe but I don't know

There was very little in the world that allowed Ronin the sort of comfort he experienced right now. Laying back on the hot sands with his head in Remi's lap, eyes shut to enjoy the fingers in hair windswept and damp from salt and sea, he was in a very rare state of calm and contentment. Not much could steady the storm inside him, could tease it and warm it to something like the man he used to be - but Remi managed it every time. "Mm...?" Blue eyes flickered open so he could gaze dozily up at his husband, and he softly snorted as he realised what the alchemist was saying.

"I'll do you one better. I was there for Sam and Sunjata and Phoebe. Apparently Phoebe isn't even married any more." He sounded absolutely unsurprised by this. "But I've seen Amalia. That makes four."

the dark star