the break of day

REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

Oh my bad I thought that's what Ronin said 'Well of course it will have a dragon's head." Remi agrees with a warm chuckle. Gods but he can't wait for this all to be in their past. Something they could reference or joke about. Something already healed or at least scabbed over.

For a moment Remi doesn't say anything, he only looks deeply into his husband's eyes, drinking his wounds and weariness. Tension creases the lines around his eyes as one side of his cheek hollows as his teeth gnaw on the inside of his cheek. "...alright." Quickly the strain disappears, and it's with soft kisses and inarticulate sounds of adoration that Remi embraces the Huntsman. "There is absolutely nothing at all for you to be sorry for." He whispers gently, but confidently.

"Come on, before the water cools down too much./"

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!