I will fight the end
It was only the heartbeat thrumming on Ronin’s finger that told him Remi was even still alive, and silent as the world around him was, he was all too aware of the sound of something landing near the wagon. Glancing up, he spotted his husband in the naked light of the moon, his breath similarly catching in his chest. He didn’t know if Remi would want him to approach or if he was still angry; he knew he desperately wanted to go to the other man, but not how he would be received.
Still, Ronin had always been a bit stupid and a lot brave. So he hopped down from his seat and tentatively approached the alchemist. In his hand he held the ring Remi had thrown, his own glinting on his finger. Silently he held it out for his counterpart, like a moment of truth, like a held breath.
Still, Ronin had always been a bit stupid and a lot brave. So he hopped down from his seat and tentatively approached the alchemist. In his hand he held the ring Remi had thrown, his own glinting on his finger. Silently he held it out for his counterpart, like a moment of truth, like a held breath.
'til the end is here
