cover your crystal eyes
Oh, he’ll feel the slip of the bond and the rush of punchdrunk love that is there and gone like expensive perfume on a passerby as she brings it back under control. “You’re cute,” she sighs as if fondly dismayed. Maybe she is, because it’s a shame anyone gets to experience that overly-conscientious sweetness but her. “Just proves the endearing thing. I’m sure you can melt even Rae with it eventually.” Water erodes all given enough time - he’d seen to it with the Valkyrie’s heart. His namesake means so much more than he gives it credit for, the same way he won’t give credit to himself.
Attuned or no, he would know her and the way she wears ease and grace like a shield. Nobody suspects loose shoulders and smiles when they’re looking for something wrong but he knows her too well to miss it. Her disposition is playful lightning when she’s around him, not bottled sunlight as she wears it now. His hands reach for that sunlight and it draws her back to him in the same breath, smile melting back into its proper shape by time he leans down to kiss her. It’s far too brief - it always is, she’s tested that theory extensively - but it settles the off-center feeling in her chest immediately. “I’m glad I’m marrying such a smart man,” she teases, a subvocal half-shifted purr eking out beneath it in thoughtless display of her pleasure, the same way feathers like to grow in his hair and down his neck.
Wood creaks pleasantly beneath their feet as they wander, warm sun on their shoulders. Maybe it can tell us if there are longer days coming soon. I’m ready for LongHeat already, she bemoans, keeping her own thoughts airy and aimless. Who knows what the book would say? Certainly not her, so there would be no use in guessing. A sort of double-think she has grown strangely accustomed to doing. Or perhaps she is avoiding the distant, quiet pang that always comes when she thinks of the Knowtbook’s previous owner. Flowerbirth is the perfect time for cleaning, we should do it in the next few days before we risk any rain. Ru calmly sidesteps the flicker of desire to feel any urgency and instead cranes her head to obnoxiously try and steal a bite of Jata’s fried fish, her own treat still flagrantly accessible in her free hand.
Attuned or no, he would know her and the way she wears ease and grace like a shield. Nobody suspects loose shoulders and smiles when they’re looking for something wrong but he knows her too well to miss it. Her disposition is playful lightning when she’s around him, not bottled sunlight as she wears it now. His hands reach for that sunlight and it draws her back to him in the same breath, smile melting back into its proper shape by time he leans down to kiss her. It’s far too brief - it always is, she’s tested that theory extensively - but it settles the off-center feeling in her chest immediately. “I’m glad I’m marrying such a smart man,” she teases, a subvocal half-shifted purr eking out beneath it in thoughtless display of her pleasure, the same way feathers like to grow in his hair and down his neck.
Wood creaks pleasantly beneath their feet as they wander, warm sun on their shoulders. Maybe it can tell us if there are longer days coming soon. I’m ready for LongHeat already, she bemoans, keeping her own thoughts airy and aimless. Who knows what the book would say? Certainly not her, so there would be no use in guessing. A sort of double-think she has grown strangely accustomed to doing. Or perhaps she is avoiding the distant, quiet pang that always comes when she thinks of the Knowtbook’s previous owner. Flowerbirth is the perfect time for cleaning, we should do it in the next few days before we risk any rain. Ru calmly sidesteps the flicker of desire to feel any urgency and instead cranes her head to obnoxiously try and steal a bite of Jata’s fried fish, her own treat still flagrantly accessible in her free hand.
AND LET YOUR COLORS BLEED AND BLEND WITH MINE
Hotaru
