the baffled king composing hallelujah
”It’s the hardest thing.” Ronin says with a truly filthy laugh, beaming across at his husband, expression warming at the adorably lopsided dimple that appears on the Alchemist’s face. ”And why wouldn’t she? You both share me in common, and I am not so sure that she hates you, Remi,” he murmurs. She’s never caused him to lose memories, or cursed him.
Still, they can think about that a bit later - in the meantime Ronin is scrunching his nose and trying to push Remi’s cheek away; punishment for blowing in his face. ”I can think of fun we can have,” he says in a low voice, scooping a handful of mud to fling it at Remi as he squelches back to the ground. A slow patter of rain begins around them, guaranteed to churn up the ground even more.
”Well. Whatever new crisis can wait for a bit,” he decides, sitting himself up. ”Want to go run and clean off in the sea, then warm up in other ways?”
Still, they can think about that a bit later - in the meantime Ronin is scrunching his nose and trying to push Remi’s cheek away; punishment for blowing in his face. ”I can think of fun we can have,” he says in a low voice, scooping a handful of mud to fling it at Remi as he squelches back to the ground. A slow patter of rain begins around them, guaranteed to churn up the ground even more.
”Well. Whatever new crisis can wait for a bit,” he decides, sitting himself up. ”Want to go run and clean off in the sea, then warm up in other ways?”
