[alchemist&knight] [someday]
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Alessander had expected the alchemist’s hands to be chill, just like the rest of his interactions with the prickly man. Instead, they were warm, threading easily through his hair. He had always been partial to having people touch his hair, and he leaned into the touch without thinking, and his eyes slipped shut.
He drifted like that, not asleep but not really awake either, just the warm sunlight on his tired body and the warm hands carefully twineing through his hair. His sensetivity to magic was minimal, but he felt the spells settle into the twists and knots that the alchemist put into his hair. They shone like stars in his mind’s eye. Even after the magic settled, the hands continued to stroke his hair, down the nape of his neck, then to brush feather light across his collar bone.
As the hand finally drew away, he captured it with his own, and twisted awkwardly to face the alchemist. From that angle, it was awkward, but he could see Ko’s face, see his eyes widen as he tried to pull away after realizing Alessander was awake.
“Ko…” Alessander said, entreating.
Ko shook his head. “I’m a good fifteen years older then you, and Rus, and a Guild Alchemist. You have a career, family to think of. You don’t need that kind of complication.”
Alessander suddenly feels the sleep slip away, and he sits up properly.
“I made my vows.” He says, not loudly, but with force. “And I’ve kept them, but none of them stop me from anything like this. I am the youngest in my family, I don’t need an heir of my body. I’m a knight, not a monk. And who cares how old you are? I’m no child, as you should know.”
Ko looks frustrated, like he’s biting back words. Finally, he settles for “I never should have let you kiss me the first time.”
Alessander could say something to that, but this is not the first time that they’ve had this argument, and his words have been heated before.
“My offer will always be open to you.” He says after wrestling his temper under control. “Someday when you manage to spit out what it is is your problem, I will wear your colours and court you properly. Even if I am old and grey at that point.”
Ko smiles weakly at that. “And I hope that I am still around to see you old and grey, my friend.”