Reaching High

now there's a space too wide

For a moment Sam felt weightless. Remi's outstretched palm supported the bookmaker for a flawless second before it all came crashing down. Literally. The alchemist felt himself thrown backwards, his body having been prepared to brace but not properly catch the man who had been balanced so precariously. And so once again, Remi was falling. Falling because of Sam, falling for Sam, and falling with Sam, and just as it had done in the past, it hurt.

Elbows and tailbone striking the hair ground, the alchemist felt the wind knocked entirely from his body, though he hardly felt it. Instead all he could sense was the weight of Sam upon him, the nearness and how his fingers were still wrapped around the bookmaker's waist as if the fall could still somehow be prevented by his grip.

For a breathless moment Remi could only look wonderingly and helplessly up at the man astride him, misremembered dreams and midnight-musings of what it had been like before dancing in the back of his mind and sending curious sparks throughout his body as if his limbs might still remember.

And then—

—as Sam rolled off and oxygen flooded back into Remi's lungs, the alchemist exhaled a long and shuttering breath as he winced a sort of nod of forgiveness, leaning forward to prop himself up on one elbow. "Are you alright?" The alchemist asked, the gentle concern in his voice warm and evident.

that's left us with wondering eyes

Coding base by Sky!