I will fight the end
Remi isn't the only one at risk of falling asleep to the ocean's lullaby, and as he lets himself sink more deeply into the comfort offered by the familiarity all around, all the tension seems to leave Ronin's body. The blankets smell like woodsmoke and leather and juniper berries, and a smile curls across his lips to feel his husband's fingertips against his skin. "The Wilds sounds nice. Maybe King's End, or the Oerwoud. The Feverlands is too squelchy."
His breathing has grown deep and heavy, and he's on the cusp of drifting off when Remi's question punctuates the air. Peeling his eyes back open, Ronin presses a few kisses against the alchemist's curls just to wake himself up, though the warmth radiating out through the bed from their combined heat is almost irresistible. "Serious-but-stupid? Or actually serious?" He smirks, one of his palms pressing against Remi's chest over the starburst of a scar.
"I'm all ears," he tells him.
His breathing has grown deep and heavy, and he's on the cusp of drifting off when Remi's question punctuates the air. Peeling his eyes back open, Ronin presses a few kisses against the alchemist's curls just to wake himself up, though the warmth radiating out through the bed from their combined heat is almost irresistible. "Serious-but-stupid? Or actually serious?" He smirks, one of his palms pressing against Remi's chest over the starburst of a scar.
"I'm all ears," he tells him.
'til the end is here
