log: louis and ren
"There's always something," Ren nodded, a weight lifting at admitting it. "Maybe sometimes multiple somethings," he shrugged. In his case it had been sex, and love, and the ability to make him feel like a star on stage, and off. Connections, and laughs, and experiences, and it had made it always worth the emotional manipulation and the ice cold turns on a dime. Or at least it had felt that way, until...
Ren pushed memories to the side, not wanting to mix them with this moment. Louis felt different even if he hardly knew him well enough to know whether or not it was true. Louis felt like possibilities, and something that could maybe turn into something solid and real, if not in a mansion on a lake-side, perhaps a cottage beside one. Or maybe this was too much romance for a night, or maybe he was over-thinking all of it.
"Blush then," Ren told him, reaching for Louis' hand, and kissing his knuckles. "Blush, so that I can kiss each cheek's bloom." He'd had just enough wine, to make him feel bold. Or maybe he would happily blame his boldness on the liquid. "Tell me why I should only date antique dealers," he smiled, eyes on Louis' face, asking really, why he should date Louis, because Louis was the only antique dealer he knew.