you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Later Ronin will admire himself in his reflection (snowy temples and all) and point out all of the suction cup shaped bruises that litter his body. For now, though, he might be gazing down at Remi but he can't really see (he's holding his breath and half choking himself, sorry not sorry), not until the alchemist unlocks his elbow and they can collapse together into the wildflowers.
And now Ronin's chest is heaving, the Huntsman panting hard even as he grins into the crook of Remi's neck, as if having permission to relax at last. And he's boneless in the way he sinks against his husband, the cool Leafchange breeze sending goosebumps shivering across his back, but honestly, he'd not change it for the world. "I love you," he whispers, interspersed with kisses to the other man's shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."
And now Ronin's chest is heaving, the Huntsman panting hard even as he grins into the crook of Remi's neck, as if having permission to relax at last. And he's boneless in the way he sinks against his husband, the cool Leafchange breeze sending goosebumps shivering across his back, but honestly, he'd not change it for the world. "I love you," he whispers, interspersed with kisses to the other man's shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."
The huntsman
