the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin held Remi just as tightly; he had come so close to losing the alchemist in recent times that any minor issue felt like it might open into a chasm given half the chance. So this, for whatever it might have been (dream, not dream, coerced or otherwise), was not something he was willing to fight over. "Okay," he echoed, reaching up to cup Remi's cheek, his thumb brushing softly across it.
Now my turn.
"Oh. Oh, shit. I'm sorry." Blushing again now, Ronin hadn't realised quite how his revelation had dominated the conversation, and he rubbed at the back of his head and nodded to his husband. "I'm all ears."
Now my turn.
"Oh. Oh, shit. I'm sorry." Blushing again now, Ronin hadn't realised quite how his revelation had dominated the conversation, and he rubbed at the back of his head and nodded to his husband. "I'm all ears."
