If your lover is an alchemist, you don't have to think long and hard about how to justify your adventures: he's always in the lab and won't notice your absence.
If your lover is an adventurer, you never need to justify why you spend all your days and nights in the lab: those who are on an adventure don't care about inattention claims.
The main thing is that the free minutes coincide.
And then life turns into a fairy tale.
Alchemists are incredibly inventive in love. Adventurers willingly take part in any adventure.
It's above and below, sideways and upright, hot and tender, together and in turns...
This a dance, this a journey from nigredo to rubedo, they created it easy and carefree. It's only for each other. It's only for one who understands. A miracle for the seekers of the beyond.
Al. Ben.
Ben. Al.
And the music of the spheres became insignificant compared to the melody of the lover's moans of pleasure.
And there was no prey more precious than the lover's pleasure.
The short encounters. The long searches. And everything brings only joy.
It's impossible to live by something or someone alone. But you can find those who share your passion for the infinity of everything. And then everything becomes lovely.
The separation had passed, and they were getting to know each other's bodies as if for the first time. And with delight, they found the treasures they always wanted and loved: the moles, the moans, the thrill of the body.
A connection. An explosion of bliss. A lazy beatitude. And laughter when both remembered that one of them was considered an emotionless machine and the other a loser. People don't know who brings the rarest and most valuable treasures to the city, they don't think about why its are sold at an anonymous auction. People don't notice how convenient it is to be a loner. And how much freedom it gives.
People are too cowardly, they are afraid to admit that only the union of solitudes creates the richest world and gives the greatest happiness.
Ben. Al.
Al. Ben.
The alchemy of passion, the transformation of pleasures.
And the road again. And the meeting again.
Always.