the baffled king composing hallelujah
”You think I would give you leather gloves in monsoon season without having them waterproofed?” Ronin raises his eyebrows at his husband, and he lets his smile melt into something boyishly warm instead of so annoyingly entertained. Stepping up before Remi, he reaches out to cup his cheeks in his hands, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. Hopefully he will feel the still half asleep adoration he has for the Alchemist; for all of the empathy, Ronin wishes he could see himself through the Star’s eyes.
”Well that won’t do,” he says, gaze flicking over Remi’s shoulder and up to the sky to watch one of the clouds detach and swoop down towards them. ”We’ll just have to kill them both, I suppose. Come on, I’ll fly us up and you can sneak your way across to catch the hel. Then I’ll kill the snake, and we’ll get your ring back. How did it manage to get it from you to swallow it, by the way?”
”Well that won’t do,” he says, gaze flicking over Remi’s shoulder and up to the sky to watch one of the clouds detach and swoop down towards them. ”We’ll just have to kill them both, I suppose. Come on, I’ll fly us up and you can sneak your way across to catch the hel. Then I’ll kill the snake, and we’ll get your ring back. How did it manage to get it from you to swallow it, by the way?”
