the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Only to you. And that's all that matters to me," Ronin said softly, smiling and stepping back, only for Remi to seize his hand. He surrendered his fingers willingly, watching with a boyish curiosity as his husband took on such a solemn expression. And his question - unbeknownst to the alchemist - rang true for them both, Ronin's smile fading to a thoughtful frown. "Honestly, I don't know what to believe these days," he said, turning his hand in Remi's grip that he might see the way gold shone upon his skin; starlight tattoos, barely visible beneath his tan unless one was looking for them.
"I woke up with these the other night," he explained. "I was dreaming of Safrin... or at least I swear I was dreaming." Pink flushed his cheeks. "It was one of those dreams." Let Remi fill in the blanks there. "If it wasn't all in my head... I'm not sure it was right, for her to come to me like that. But then what are we to gods?"
He glanced away, seeming frustrated and guilty. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that it depends... on what they ask." He shrugged.
"I woke up with these the other night," he explained. "I was dreaming of Safrin... or at least I swear I was dreaming." Pink flushed his cheeks. "It was one of those dreams." Let Remi fill in the blanks there. "If it wasn't all in my head... I'm not sure it was right, for her to come to me like that. But then what are we to gods?"
He glanced away, seeming frustrated and guilty. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is that it depends... on what they ask." He shrugged.
