➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[habitually]

[ Rémi laughs through his nose and relaxes his hold on Alexandre’s hips, which was firm enough to be slightly bruise-inflicting before. He looks at the blond man, but sees flushed cheeks and is unable to see his eyes. (Pity.) R almost bolts, telling himself he was right but he’s anchored by the hands on his coat.

Tentatively, R’s thumb hooks into the loop of Alexandre’s belt and he squeezes the man’s hip. Rémi’s other hand goes to push a lock of hair out of E’s fervent and avoidant eyes.

He thinks of something witty to say. His mouth opens to say it but, he’s speechless, with nothing that sounds important enough to break the moment in the aftermath. (Good job, Enjolras, better late that never to shut him up.) R can only manage to look him over, appreciating the bridge of his nose and the breath entering and leaving his lips in quick movements. ]

[seditiously]

[Enjolras's mind is running at a frantic pace (what has he done?) but the soft brush against his temple, the lock of hair leaving his line of sight is oddly grounding. He finally glances back at Remi, sees those kiss-bruised lips and doesn't that just turn his stomaches into a flutter of activity. He leans back in, slow and deliberate, and gives him another short close-lipped kiss.

He doesn't know if it meant to be an apology or claim on his handiwork. Perhaps both.]

Do you... [He clears his throat, a slight dusting of pink on his cheeks; let's try this again.] Do you want to get out of here?

[habitually]

Yeah.

[ Rémi has a ghost of a smile and a less than spectral glint in his eye. ]

If you’re coming with me.