you could have been all I wanted

and on to the glory at my right hand

"Don't?" Ronin's laughter is almost hysterical, a rough hiccup against his husband even as he clutches him more closely. "Remi, you don't know what you're asking me." If Ronin isn't this, if he isn't kind, then it feels like the distant roaring in his ears might just take over completely. "There's a very easy way of fixing this, but it makes me a fucking monster and so I can't even entertain it. So it has to be alright. We have to work through it."

He draws back enough to smooth his fingers through Remi's damp curls, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. And the usual blue in Ronin's is wild and overbright; his lips are bloody, and as he exhales there's a glimpse of sharp teeth that are certainly not reminiscent of luxere or phoenix. "I need you," he whispers softly. "I need you to know how, because I don't. I'm sorry, I just--" Shaking his head, he suddenly releases the alchemist to rake his fingers through his dark hair, a gesture that leaves red lines across his skin from hands that are ebony tipped with claws.

"Why here?"

ronin

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)