cinders and smoke

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "Yes. But something will kill us eventually." Remi interrupted gently. "I would rather it be that." Though that was easy to say now. Were he to be handed a shell that he could press to his ear and hear her laugh one more time, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to do it. Not without a knife in his other hand to cut out the pain when it came. His free hand came up to touch his chest, over his heart. "This is where she'll stay for me. It's where she lived from the moment she took her first breath, and that will never change." A grave had been a nice idea, Ronin blinking his eyes open and gazing into the hole; his fingers brushed absently across smears of blood along Remi's arm. Not wanting to beat a dead horse, still Remi turned towards Ronin and reached for his hand anew. "I won't be the me you met all those years ago, ever again. Not even the one you married. Life changes us all, but this...I'll understand if this is too much. " Softly he squeezed Ronin's fingers, the touch as gentle as he could make it. "If you ever want something more, if only for a night or an afternoon, I would understand."