there is always hope
”Yes, of course - but last time you didn’t have strange magic which let you feel my feelings if we touched.” Ronin manages a quick smile, nodding as he’s given the okay and stepping up slowly before Remi. He feels like he needs to be careful, though really no matter how gentle or rough the touch, it could be intense regardless. Ronin doesn’t know - and that’s sort of the point of all of this.
Still, he lets his hands ghost over the back of one of Remi’s, clasping it gently between his own, feeling the cuts and callouses, the way the Alchemist’s fingers are cold and clammy. And there’s worry there at first - concern for the other man, for what might become of them with this newfound power. But there’s love thrumming just beneath it, warm and reassuring and bright - a tentative thing that threatens to roar forth, depending on his husband’s reaction.
”I don’t have all the answers,” he says slowly. ”And I don’t know if it’ll be okay. But I want to figure it out with you.”
Still, he lets his hands ghost over the back of one of Remi’s, clasping it gently between his own, feeling the cuts and callouses, the way the Alchemist’s fingers are cold and clammy. And there’s worry there at first - concern for the other man, for what might become of them with this newfound power. But there’s love thrumming just beneath it, warm and reassuring and bright - a tentative thing that threatens to roar forth, depending on his husband’s reaction.
”I don’t have all the answers,” he says slowly. ”And I don’t know if it’ll be okay. But I want to figure it out with you.”
