what dreams may come

REMI

'Well, Nobody did see.' Remi complains; Nobody being him, of course. Grinning wickedly, the alchemist shakes his head. "Don't you dare. I like it so much more when you fly in through the window." He did, for reasons he couldn't quite parse: it made it feel like it was their home to do whatever they wanted, that Ronin was shedding at least some of his baron sensibilities, that Remi really was missed enough that the front door would simply have taken too long.

They are being honest with one another now, and so as Ronin explains what has him dazzling both inside and out, it's a long moment before the alchemist says anything. Pulling in a slow breath through his nose, eventually, Remi nods and shifts so that he can softly press a kiss to Ronin's lips—or any part of him really, whatever is closest. "I am happy to hear that." Pulsing reassurance and joy both through the attuned bond that the Star might know he's being genuine, Remi can't help the words of advice that shove themselves past his lips. "There's never a guarantee with Safrin...I just..." Shaking his head, the hasty words not at all communicating what he intends for them to, Remi tugs Ronin closer. "Savour every moment you have. Both you and Mateo."

back when i was living for the hope of it all

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection