driftwood

& my heart ran away from me

'When is the war meant to be?' Remi closes one eye, and had his hands not been on his husband's skin, he might have comically held them up to count off the remaining months. "You keep saying things like vacation, and put your alchemist to the test, and I am going to start this war early no matter what Ludo says." He jokes (?), before letting his head sink far enough below the surface of the water that his length exhalation caused bubbles to pour out from his nose

Alright. Remi thinks, gazing up at Ronin as he rolls his shoulders, healed enough for now. "Take me to the Hanged Man and get me as drunk as you can manage." Sitting up for a few seconds to enjoy the cool water on his skin before standing, the alchemist dreams himself a towel with which to ruffle his curls and give himself a cursory drying-off. Tossing it onto the fountain's edge where it would eventually fade, Remi steps out of the fountain, shirtless and grinning.

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