When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
Her answer stills him in a way that laughter hadn’t. The casual way she says it, the certainty beneath the joke, the way she speaks of death like an inconvenience instead of an ending, like something that might knock but won’t be let inside. It's not the same way he's ever considered it, but then he has never found himself on the other end of it and returned, has never bargained with Mort to return a loved one as she has. Against the powerful forces of their world, Flora stands as her own. His expression softens as her lashes dip, copper eyes studying her with a reverence that has nothing to do with gods and everything to do with belief. “Wouldn't be forever if something like death got in the way,” he says simply, so sure now that mortality is nothing more than an outfit change compared to the thread of what exists between them.
As a reminder that they're very much alive still though, his mouth is at her neck, the warm, insistent pulse of her humming just beneath the slow brush of lips and breath, her laughter spilling over him like a song. He tilts into the slide of her fingers finding his hair, always relishing the small sparks her attention sets off. As the angle of her head exposes more of her to him in open invitation, it draws a soft, approving sound from him just before he mercilessly lavishes affection down the curve of her skin. He smiles against her in his assault, humming thoughtfully. “You make it very hard not to be,” he confesses lightly, voice warm and amused, one hand settling at her waist as if the proof of it is right there.
When he is pulled back up into her gaze, talking about new secrets and moments to cherish, her ideas unfold easily, and he can imagine every one of them. His grin widens, thoroughly delighted by the shimmering potential of everything. All of it's just waiting for them to build it into something, to take the pieces and make it into something meant just for them. "That all sounds amazing," he murmurs, eyes bright as he considers each. "Maaaybe, we do it all," he shrugs, like ignoring everything else to lay around loving her is something they could take their time doing, in every possible landscape. Well, and especially if they'll have two honeymoons to do. "Start here, and when we run out of food, sail to the House of Midnight and imagine new worlds over and over."
His hand slips back into hers, fingers lacing with quiet certainty, the world shrinking comfortably to just them. “Wherever we go,” he finishes softly, “I just want it to be you and me, waking up married and deciding what forever looks like that day.” Then, because nothing is urgent anymore, he presses a slow, lingering kiss to her mouth. Not sealing a promise, not chasing the next thing, just being here, with her, exactly where he wants to stay, forever and then some.
[FIN]
As a reminder that they're very much alive still though, his mouth is at her neck, the warm, insistent pulse of her humming just beneath the slow brush of lips and breath, her laughter spilling over him like a song. He tilts into the slide of her fingers finding his hair, always relishing the small sparks her attention sets off. As the angle of her head exposes more of her to him in open invitation, it draws a soft, approving sound from him just before he mercilessly lavishes affection down the curve of her skin. He smiles against her in his assault, humming thoughtfully. “You make it very hard not to be,” he confesses lightly, voice warm and amused, one hand settling at her waist as if the proof of it is right there.
When he is pulled back up into her gaze, talking about new secrets and moments to cherish, her ideas unfold easily, and he can imagine every one of them. His grin widens, thoroughly delighted by the shimmering potential of everything. All of it's just waiting for them to build it into something, to take the pieces and make it into something meant just for them. "That all sounds amazing," he murmurs, eyes bright as he considers each. "Maaaybe, we do it all," he shrugs, like ignoring everything else to lay around loving her is something they could take their time doing, in every possible landscape. Well, and especially if they'll have two honeymoons to do. "Start here, and when we run out of food, sail to the House of Midnight and imagine new worlds over and over."
His hand slips back into hers, fingers lacing with quiet certainty, the world shrinking comfortably to just them. “Wherever we go,” he finishes softly, “I just want it to be you and me, waking up married and deciding what forever looks like that day.” Then, because nothing is urgent anymore, he presses a slow, lingering kiss to her mouth. Not sealing a promise, not chasing the next thing, just being here, with her, exactly where he wants to stay, forever and then some.
[FIN]
Kaisel
If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
