we live in a world someone else imagined
With his shirt only half on and Remi's arms moving around him, Ronin all but folds into the embrace, leaning heavily against the alchemist. "On the plus side," he whispers, "if I'm in charge, no one's stopping me from seeing you whenever I want to. I love you, so much." Nodding at the suggestion and with the future still unspooling out before him, Ronin steps back enough to peel off the rest of his clothes before sinking into the hot water.
Instantly it starts to get to work on his sore muscles, Ronin submerging himself completely for, perhaps, much longer than one would think advisable, before he comes back up for air. The dust is already washing from his skin, leaving the bruises and the soon-to-be-scars more stark, and he sags against the tub and closes his eyes. "When I get out of here," he mumbles, "I'd like you all over me in bed, please. Doesn't have to be sex, I just want you."
Instantly it starts to get to work on his sore muscles, Ronin submerging himself completely for, perhaps, much longer than one would think advisable, before he comes back up for air. The dust is already washing from his skin, leaving the bruises and the soon-to-be-scars more stark, and he sags against the tub and closes his eyes. "When I get out of here," he mumbles, "I'd like you all over me in bed, please. Doesn't have to be sex, I just want you."
the dark star
