RONIN
"That sounds ominous. What does she eat?" Ronin wonders, not that he much cares about the answer with the alchemist draped all around him. He leans in to press his cheek against Remi's; this in combination with the pit-pat of his husband's feet under the water leads them in some strange and stationary dance.
He does feel the bubbling uncertainty that comes hand in hand with Isla's return, Ronin furrowing his brow and frowning a bit, his fingertips smoothing through flight feathers as he considers the other man's words. "Oh, a check up for Mateo? That'll be a weight off both of our shoulders." Remi will feel, in response, the pulse of near desperate love for their son and all that he's missed so far.
"You'll figure it out, between the two of you. Isla isn't the type to bury things."
He does feel the bubbling uncertainty that comes hand in hand with Isla's return, Ronin furrowing his brow and frowning a bit, his fingertips smoothing through flight feathers as he considers the other man's words. "Oh, a check up for Mateo? That'll be a weight off both of our shoulders." Remi will feel, in response, the pulse of near desperate love for their son and all that he's missed so far.
"You'll figure it out, between the two of you. Isla isn't the type to bury things."
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
