walk me to the knife edge

you trace my lines, stirring my soul

There is something good about the way Ronin's fingers dig into his back. Remi's strength has been good for so little in the big scheme of things, and if anything it has just hardened him to the sensations of the world around him. Ronin though, always Ronin, pierces through to the core of him, waking up his nerves and sending his senses into overdrive in a way that drives him mad with delight.

Grinning as the storm threatens to engulf them, the Alchemist raises a brow. "During one of the last full days of monsoon season? With a storm overhead and that pod—" He tilts his head backward slightly, indicating a dull pink snarl in the waves. "—of encantados encouraging the storm?" Leaning forward, Remi steals another kiss from his husband's lips. That it is slow does not change how it causes Remi's heartbeat to dance on Ronin's finger, nor how he suddenly feels warmed to his core despite the falling rain.

"I thought you'd never ask."

THE ALCHEMIST