kernow | ➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[Enjolras is almost halfway through his first cigarette because, really, what is moderation in the face of horrifying clarity and panic? He's about to draw in another long breath before he sees who's calling over to him.

Of course this man would sniff out the secondary vice to be had here.]

No, I...I didn't.

[Yes, thank you Enjolras, the man does have eyes. Mortified, he draws in a breath to give him time to think of an actual bloody answer and tilts his head upward to let out a long exhale, trying to imagine the smoke as tension leaving his body.]

Just really needed some air I guess.

Hah- Not that these things provide “air” by any means but I know what you mean.

[ R looks away- to the asphalt- as he pulls a single cigarette from the inside pocket of his jacket and rolls it slowly between his fingers unlit. He puts it between his lips after a moment and pats the denim over his jean pockets. ]

Lots of people in there tonight, yeah? Stuffy.

[Whatever words Enjolras planned on having with the scruffy brunette back in the bar, they all seemed to die out in the cold night air.]

Yeah, hard to breathe almost.

[Eyes transfixed, he reaches into his own jacket pocket and offers up a silver lighter, engraved on the side with an ornate 'E'. Feuilly bought it for him three "June" anniversaries ago.]

[ Out of the corner of his eye mid-search, R sees the extended lighter and mumbles thank you, taking it. His fingers touch E’s as he takes it and it feels like he got burned where the skin met. It was all in his head, right? Like everything else. With a wince he quickly takes it and looks at the silver trinket. ]

“E.” We’re back to that, huh? [ He starts to chuckle around the cigarette as he lights the flame. There’s a snort- the laugh tries to break free as he puts the lighter toward the cigarette and his stuttered breath blows it out. Another click, but it’s just as unsuccessful when it comes near the cigarette. There’s another, louder chuckle and he starts to laugh- and can’t stop for a moment. R is bent over and trying to regain himself, with the cigarette in his hand again so he doesn’t drop it. The wall on his back holds him steady, resting his palms on his knees while he guffaws. (That was a good wine and he didn’t sip it at the end there.) ]

[Enjolras pulls back his hand momentarily, not prepared for the contact he offered, not so soon.]

Oh yeah, I told you, it's a running jo--

[He sees Remi lean just too far to the right and he's on him, gripping his shoulder with one hand while bracing against the wall with the other.]

Are you drunk already...?

No- [ He wheezes his laughter down slowly... finally. ]

Maybe a little? [ Truthfully, the alcohol isn’t affecting him as much as other things he’s been through tonight. And having his breath back helps. ] I just haven’t laughed in forever and, oi. I don’t know. I just remembered your- your face that night. Ah I don’t know what came over me. Maybe just the... stuffiness got to me. I’m fine.

[ R straightens up and realizes Alex had held his shoulder and can’t help but smile uo at him appreciatively as he leans back against the wall, still smiling. ]

[Distantly, Enjolras wonders if the low burning he feels in his chest is truly the result of the moment or the ghost of feelings, spurred by the fragmented memories of a man long dead. His hand reaches up to hesitantly brush dark stubble along Remi's jawline (this, this is the same, he knows that much) as he tries to conjure the man's face. It's useless; he has no comparison for Remi's hazel eyes, no memory to call back to in order to resurrect this other man's face...

He loved a man a lifetime ago, that much is clear. It's where he stands now, with this new stranger in this new era, that remains to be determined.

He leans in before he can remind himself of where he is (and if it matters) and kisses Remi with a small whine of desperation still caught in his throat.]

[ Rémi is about to pull back, chalking it up to the blond man perhaps being the one who has imbibed too much. Somehow, he smells the same, is that possible? Gunpowder and damp wool and sweat, combined with an indescribable musk that’s just— Rémi knows that he loved him once. He loves him still; Alexandre is as feisty and obstinate as Enjolras. The young man is fierce and strong, if not perhaps a bit more tamed by the modern era. R wonders how tame he would be wh— no. This is an alcohol-induced mistake he shouldn’t-

The whine. That noise and the brunette is undone. Rémi grabs Alexandre’s hips and pulls them into his own waist, and he kisses him back, sparks or flames - something electrifying and hot lances up just spine as he opens his mouth against the other man’s and feels his hot breath on him. ]

[Enjolras leans into the open-mouthed kiss with a renewed sense of urgency, hand cupping Remi's jaw like he could anchor himself with this soft grip. His other hand snakes around to grasp at the brunette's side, hand fisting into the jacket's thick cloth as he presses his hips even closer to back Remi further up against the wall.

It's not like he hasn't kissed people in this life-- lord knows the current social environment lends itself far better to the experience compared to his prior existence-- but this, this burns. He tries to open Remi's mouth further, explore and claim anything he can touch, taste...it feels at points as if he's drowning, but he refuses to come up for air.

(A flicker of memory; a bar cleared out, calling out to the faceless man, he needs to make it clear how he feels, before the funeral and the fight that follows; not now, he's dead, it's all gone, there's only this moment here now before you--)

He startles when the bar's rear door opens, pulling back from Remi's now certainly chapped lips to stare wide-eyed at the stranger intruding; he catches his breath as the person mutters a 'sorry' and retreats, hands still firmly gripping Remi's coat but unable to meet his eyes.]

[ 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. ]

[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?

Yeah.

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

If you’re coming with me.

➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

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