like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It absolutely wasn’t the time for the sorts of things that Ronin’s kiss suggested, but fuck if he cared. Humming an agreement against Remi’s lips - about the schedule of visitors, the Alchemist noting down his ridiculous titles, all of it - Ronin eventually thought to come up for air, his head tilting to rest against his husband’s blue eyes flickering shut. Part of him, he realised, had still been expecting or waiting for things to change or twist into something monstrous, so the fact that Remi was still here, still whole and real and himself... it was everything. ”I wish I wasn’t in such a state,” he whispered, laughter lacing his voice. ”The things I want to do to you are probably a better cure than any shower.” But there would be time for it later, he supposed, the hunter running his fingers through his husband’s curls, drawing him close and sighing against him.