we live in a world someone else imagined
"Count yourself lucky. It was a mess," Ronin murmurs into Remi's curls as his husband's head comes to nestle against his shoulder. Kissing his hair and letting out a soft sigh, his lips part to say something else when, instead, the passionate anger of the travelling tongue comes spilling out of Remi, and he's swept away by it. Indeed, even as tense as the alchemist might be, Ronin is still grinning like an idiot when he responds. "Io davvero non so," he says, however falteringly it might be. It's the only thing he's been able to pick up so far, and it's pretty apt he thinks.
Laying back as Remi huffs out his frustration into the dirt, Ronin shifts to trail his fingers down the other man's spine, making absent patterns and letting his mind wander to ifs and buts and other possibilities. "Perhaps it isn't so much the place, as the places," he mutters. "Though that still doesn't make much sense. Can we just hide from it all for a bit, do you think?"
Laying back as Remi huffs out his frustration into the dirt, Ronin shifts to trail his fingers down the other man's spine, making absent patterns and letting his mind wander to ifs and buts and other possibilities. "Perhaps it isn't so much the place, as the places," he mutters. "Though that still doesn't make much sense. Can we just hide from it all for a bit, do you think?"
the dark star
