and on to the glory at my right hand
"And?" Ronin grates out, as if Remi is trying to change the subject on purpose, to provoke him on purpose. And gods, maybe he is - at the moment, with the luxere in him wanting to gather up the alchemist and hole away in the houseboat until the end of time, and the something else wanting an outcome all the more bloody, he's not sure what to do with the other man's remarks.
There is zero logic in Ronin's thinking, which is precisely the problem when it comes to Remi trying to explain it to him. There's no reason for him to be angry other than because he doesn't want this. He doesn't want to share, and he doesn't want to deal with newborns squalling down the woods and clamouring for his husband's attention. "That sounds like a Hotaru problem," he growls, about Halo, about Torchline.
As unmoored as the other man in the current of the Stonesong, suddenly Ronin can't decide whether he wants to be around Remi or not. He shivers, as if suddenly recognising the coolness of the water, and in response a swathe of pitch dark scales fleck along the side of his neck and beneath his shirt. "So they're just... going to stay here, then. Like one, big, happy fucking family."
There is zero logic in Ronin's thinking, which is precisely the problem when it comes to Remi trying to explain it to him. There's no reason for him to be angry other than because he doesn't want this. He doesn't want to share, and he doesn't want to deal with newborns squalling down the woods and clamouring for his husband's attention. "That sounds like a Hotaru problem," he growls, about Halo, about Torchline.
As unmoored as the other man in the current of the Stonesong, suddenly Ronin can't decide whether he wants to be around Remi or not. He shivers, as if suddenly recognising the coolness of the water, and in response a swathe of pitch dark scales fleck along the side of his neck and beneath his shirt. "So they're just... going to stay here, then. Like one, big, happy fucking family."
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