#remi.midsommar

[ezekielurquhart]

@hcdonism location: the FUNCTION notes: knifekitty (affectionate) , Alexa play Lover (First Dance Remix)

All confidence and ego, cocky would have been an easy way to describe Ezekiel. Him and Remi were different in that regard, their origins weren’t all that different but where Ezekiel had ended up with every opportunity, Remi had none. He’d made his own, it was one of the many things that Ezekiel had always found inspiring about the other: no matter how things felt, knowing that Remi had probably been through worse was a source of comforting hope. Ezekiel had died and come back as someone else, a vampire that wasn’t afraid of his own strength, sharp and trained, the front that he’d put on as a witch fell away for something more authentic and genuine.

The couture was gone now though and in its place was a simple but well tailored suit, black on black, a white tie to break it up as Ezekiel watched Remi through a crowded ballroom. There was no bass accompaniment this time, no anticipatory build of EDM music or flashy dance moves. Just a man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of the only person in the room that ever seemed to matter. An orchestra swelled before a piano accompaniment led by Hakan followed, Rhiannon and Sumeyye stood beside the ivory keys to harmonise and sing backup. Ezekiel began and the room quieted, people still spoke but it sounded like conversation and more like murmurs in the background as the crowd parted systematically. The lights dimmed before a pair of spotlights shone on Ezekiel and Remi.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you for 20 seconds or 20 years?”

Ezekiel approached the other across the dance floor, confidence built in his step despite the nerves that sparked under his skin. Remi had never made him nervous… At least, not for some time. It had been a year together, and longer spent pining. Years of friendship and yearning bloomed in a crescendo of passion: lies, deception, and mistakes. Neither of them were perfect but Ezekiel still felt that they were perfect for each other, so he stopped in front of Remi and offered him his hand to ask him to dance. Neva had forced ballroom on him when he was a teenager, but given the musical air Ezekiel wouldn’t have needed it.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover.”

Remi was barely an inch taller than Ezekiel, the sire brought his hand to his progeny’s waist, their hands folded together while soft, brown locks tilted against Ezekiel’s broad shoulders. He loved him. Ezekiel had been in love with him for years. It felt stupid to jinx things, but the truth was that he was happy: the happiest he had ever been and it had been that way for months now. Since he had turned Remi and even before. This progeny just completed that.

"We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.”

Because he couldn’t help himself, Ezekiel’s hand ghosted to the small of Remi’s back as he pulled the other against his chest. Long lashes closed blue eyes as they danced around a seemingly vacant ballroom, their spotlights joined in their slow dance as the vampire sung his quiet gratitudes in the other’s ear. A whisper on his breath though the chorus and lyrics seemed to resound around them with the orchestral accompaniment.

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.”

The music quieted and then faded out, though the lights returned, it still felt like they were the only two in the room. Ezekiel’s lips pressed against Remi’s, soft and quick: a promise of lifetimes to follow. With uncharacteristic sheepishness, Ezekiel took a step back before he cleared his throat and got down on one knee. “I don't think any amount of time together could ever be enough,” the sire’s hand produced a small, velvet box from his pocket before he opened it to reveal a ring he'd been holding onto for weeks. “But I want to start with forever: marry me?”

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