I swear I still believe but I don't know
Smiling as he feels Remi relax, even a fraction, Ronin finds himself sprawled beneath his husband now (and honestly there's no place he enjoys being more, unless perhaps it's on top of him instead). "An absurd shrine? I expect to come around with a flower crown in a meadow that you've cultivated," he informs him with a cheeky smile. "Maybe in a glass coffin, like from one of Vai's fairytales."
The alchemist's dark smile earns a crooked one in return, Ronin sneaking a kiss against Remi's chin. "I'd be sad if you started the war without me," he admits. "All this hype and preparation, I'd at least want to be there," he murmurs.
His eyes flutter closed again as Remi leans in to kiss him, Ronin's hands running down the other man's back. "An hourglass?" he whispers, smiling against his lips. "That sounds good, actually. Put it in the glass coffin with me, and you can count down until I come back."
The alchemist's dark smile earns a crooked one in return, Ronin sneaking a kiss against Remi's chin. "I'd be sad if you started the war without me," he admits. "All this hype and preparation, I'd at least want to be there," he murmurs.
His eyes flutter closed again as Remi leans in to kiss him, Ronin's hands running down the other man's back. "An hourglass?" he whispers, smiling against his lips. "That sounds good, actually. Put it in the glass coffin with me, and you can count down until I come back."
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