[SE] i'm not angry

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

I do not feel like anything Remi wanted to argue; there wasn't enough left of him that wasn't shaded and shadowed to properly form the other half of an us. Gods though, with Ronin above and around him, shining and beaming and chasing away every blackened tendril that tried to strangle him, he felt as though if not now, he might someday be whole again.

There's little encouragement needed from the Huntsman, but that doesn't mean the Lullaby isn't glad for his hand just the same. Once upon a time the pair would have said sex in this instance was a way to dismiss or hide what they were going through. Indeed, it had taken much willpower on both of their parts to stop using sex as a crutch for their issues, but now? Now this was a bandage. A balm, and gods if Remi didn't appreciate the care and attention with which Ronin went about healing him.

Them.

..us. In a feat of superhuman strength that came laughably easily now, Remi lifted his hips while also coiling a leg up and across his husband's lower back. Aligning himself it was with short breaths and a tongue whose cursive had grown rather sloppy with need that Remi pleaded for more.