like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Letting out a quiet chuckle, Ronin nodded to his husband and sank into that last lingering kiss. His sigh as he settled back into the blankets and pillows was wistful to say the least, the hunter busying himself in playing with Remi’s curls, eyes slipping shut. Thankfully before anything like sleep could take him the Alchemist was speaking again, Ronin smirking and squinting across at the other man. ”A boat?” he repeated, his voice a low drawl. ”I’m up for getting a boat,” he decided, clearly weighing up the possibility of things going wrong in monsoon season and coming up with definitely. Things always went wrong for them, one way or another, and it was better just to roll with it at this point. ”Later, though. I can’t say I plan to leave this bed for a while. You’ll have to feed me breakfast, sorry.”