He has seen century upon century, and Albedo is quite sure he’s never felt such euphoria in his life.

Your lips, slotted against his, a newfound intimacy thrumming through his veins. The phenomenon of kissing has always been a wonder he was not free to explore— but now that he has you, his lover, a myriad of doors have opened to traverse.

Once you pulled away, the alchemist ruminated on the experience… before turning away and heading to his desk, feverishly taking notes.

“And the connection… instills a sense of…” he mumbles to himself, completely engrossed in his work. Did he seriously just kiss you and start jotting notes down?