Hasley was receptive to the passion in his touch, the way she drew her body against his and ran her fingers over the back of his neck, feeling every bit of skin she had missed so much.
"You must be holding back," she told him, making it unclear whether it was about the lack of interesting going on's in his life or the kiss.
She laughed and wiped a fear tears from her eyes before nuzzling their faces together. "More of the same, Elric. Tricks, trades, and traversing. I must admit it's a lot duller without you there. That's why I came here. To find you."
Rhymien wouldn't have proclaimed to know much about longing or love, for he was a God of neither and never having been born his understanding of such fragile human emotions was elementary at best. So was this it? Longing? Like he hadn't even realized his heart might have been about to explode until he finally had Elric back in his sights. How he had no intention of leaving again. Not if he could help it.
Rhymien wasn't one for apologies. Not so much pride as it was the inability to see that his actions had a ripple effect on those around him. But today, Hasley would make an exception. "I'm sorry, Elric. Know I'll never take off again. Not so long as I can help it. I promise you."