I will fight the end
Maybe it was a good thing that they finally found themselves here, in this unknown territory. It probably had some bullshit lessons to teach them, complete with a platitude about being stronger because it hadn't killed them. Honestly, Ronin didn't care in that moment. It was a lonely and vulnerable thing, to hold out Remi's wedding ring for him, the hunter unable to tell whether or not it would be accepted or smacked away. (The latter he very much hoped not, as it had taken an age to find).
He felt himself breathe again as the alchemist stepped forward, the tension he'd been carrying - braced for violence, he realised - snapping and melting against the other man's touch. Folding into the embrace, Ronin held onto Remi like he was a life raft and they were both lost out at sea, feeling fresh tears prick at the back of his eyes even as he let out a shuddering sigh that could almost be counted as a laugh. Relief, bright and clean, made the world seem suddenly less hostile.
"It wasn't easy," he said of the rings, the smallest smile audible in a voice too tight to be much more than a whisper, "but what can I say - you're worth it."
Remi stepped back and Ronin felt like he was seeing him again for the first time since they'd been thrown at Torchline; like he was actually looking at his husband, and not the shell parading around as him. "I don't want a thousand pieces of you - this one will do fine," he said, drawing him close again as if the small amount of distance between them was a chasm.
"I'm not going anywhere." He shook his head and buried his nose in the mess of Remi's curls. He didn't try to brush away his tears - there was something relieving in them, after weeks of living with his husk. "But it feels like I'm already losing you."
He felt himself breathe again as the alchemist stepped forward, the tension he'd been carrying - braced for violence, he realised - snapping and melting against the other man's touch. Folding into the embrace, Ronin held onto Remi like he was a life raft and they were both lost out at sea, feeling fresh tears prick at the back of his eyes even as he let out a shuddering sigh that could almost be counted as a laugh. Relief, bright and clean, made the world seem suddenly less hostile.
"It wasn't easy," he said of the rings, the smallest smile audible in a voice too tight to be much more than a whisper, "but what can I say - you're worth it."
Remi stepped back and Ronin felt like he was seeing him again for the first time since they'd been thrown at Torchline; like he was actually looking at his husband, and not the shell parading around as him. "I don't want a thousand pieces of you - this one will do fine," he said, drawing him close again as if the small amount of distance between them was a chasm.
"I'm not going anywhere." He shook his head and buried his nose in the mess of Remi's curls. He didn't try to brush away his tears - there was something relieving in them, after weeks of living with his husk. "But it feels like I'm already losing you."
'til the end is here
