and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin draws his husband as close as he dares, holding them aloft in the Stonesong, trying to still Remi's trembling with his steady presence. And when he speaks - when he says yes, the Huntsman understands it more than he can say, the horror and upset that infuses the Lullaby's words. "Ah," he says softly, pressing his cheek against damp curls and pressing his eyes shut, as if content to just stand there with Remi for the time being.
Only there's more. Halo - the desert - Vai - I brought her to Vai. "They are here?" Never before has Ronin's voice sounded more like a purr or a growl, and he stiffens around the alchemist. It shouldn't matter - why the fuck does it matter? - and yet the river around them seems to have taken on ripples of its own that coincide with Ronin's suddenly thundering heartbeat.
"Of course they are here." Those words are whispered, but nonetheless sharp. On the contrary, though, they are not aimed at Remi, but rather towards himself.
Only there's more. Halo - the desert - Vai - I brought her to Vai. "They are here?" Never before has Ronin's voice sounded more like a purr or a growl, and he stiffens around the alchemist. It shouldn't matter - why the fuck does it matter? - and yet the river around them seems to have taken on ripples of its own that coincide with Ronin's suddenly thundering heartbeat.
"Of course they are here." Those words are whispered, but nonetheless sharp. On the contrary, though, they are not aimed at Remi, but rather towards himself.
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