lunacy in bloom

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

That, is more than enough to quiet any and all arguments Remi might make. "No, of course it isn't. You're right." The alchemist says with an easy shake of his head against Ronin's coat. He doesn't bother to apologize, knowing that the words aren't needed. Instead, he just interlocks his fingers through Ronin's, and sighs wearily.

"Don't let this go to your head, but you always surprise me with how dashing you look." Remi murmurs, all boyish adoration as his thumb softly strokes the back of the huntsman's hand. "There isn't a day that goes back that you don't take my breath away. Covered in flour or blood or sand, it doesn't matter." Glancing up with a crooked and almost bashful smile, Remi presses and infinitely soft kiss against Ronin's lips. "You'll always be the most handsome man I've ever seen."

Snorting as he tries to imagine Ronin in a stuffy room of expectant eyes and frowns (it's rather easy to do, actually), Remi just shakes his head. "Sounds like you'd have liked our pace better. Getting drunk if we could afford it, dancing on tables, starlit walks."

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