like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”I’m full of ‘em,” Ronin told his husband, shivering a little as the presence of Remi’s mind peeled away from his, leaving him alone with his thoughts again. But the trade off was sea-glass eyes and sopping wet curls, and a voice he had missed so hard that it had physically hurt. Letting blue eyes wander over his husband, the hunter nodded at his suggestion, much as he didn’t really like the idea. It was hard to like the thought of someone’s fingers digging around in your skin, even when it was someone you loved. Stepping forward so he was within Remi’s reach, all bruises and scars, cuts and punctures, he nodded and reached out a hand to brace it against the Alchemist’s shoulder. ”I’m ready. Let’s get this done,” he murmured.