wrap myself around your bones

we are like birds of a feather, we are two hearts thrown together

The Huntsman will likely feel the way Remi holds his breath and then feathers his jaw at the kiss pressed so tactfully against the corner of his mouth. 'Ronin?' Sweetly whispered, the fingers on his back now resemble feather-tipped needles, and will feel just as one might expect. 'You are an absolute menace.' So saying, the alchemist will do what he can to ensure his lips find Ronin's. There might have been more build up that could have followed but with the Huntsman having been gone for what felt like weeks, the alchemist is quite certain he'll end up digging his claws into Ronin's carefully created woodwork (euphemism? you decide) if his fires aren't partially tended to. Letting his tongue and teeth hiss out his frustration and brazen lust for the Huntsman as his ankles try and lock their hips together, Remi's full and tactile presence won't last long.

Shrinking into a ball of feathers, Remi tumbles out of the window catching himself with his wings just before hitting the water. He had promised to catch them lunch, after all...and as Ronin had pointed out, Remi would never lie to his husband.

THE ALCHEMIST

we will be forever as one, my brother under the sun