cover your crystal eyes
“Precisely,” she declares, though his kiss distracts her from both the lingering shadows of ominous messages and the simpler things like continuing her sentence. For a moment, at least. Not that the pair of them would disagree on philosophical considerations such as the benefits of aligning with a herald who turns a mindboggling domain into something bite-sized and relatable. Or perhaps mouth-sized would be the appropriate phrase? Frey would surely like it.
“Careful, or we’ll devolve into ‘I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad’ territory,” she laughs as he takes her hand and pushes onward, her own footfalls nearly double-time to his as their boots fall on the sun warmed wood below. To her, they have a plan in place and no way to verify the anxieties that lurk in the dark, so it’s only economical to cause mischief and bring a smile back to his face.
Though the feathers do make her nose wrinkle and her eyes water as she laughs, fighting back a sneeze. Were her own hands not busy with one of his and food of her own she’d have climbed him to get at the skewered fish just to prove a point. Which he must have anticipated given the soft thunk of his forehead to hers that keeps her contained. “Hmm. But you have a much larger mouth, so you’ll eat more of it. Doesn’t seem fair to me,” she points out in equal bratty flair, pursing her lips to blow a puff of air across his lips (and maybe up into his nose if she’s lucky).
“Careful, or we’ll devolve into ‘I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad’ territory,” she laughs as he takes her hand and pushes onward, her own footfalls nearly double-time to his as their boots fall on the sun warmed wood below. To her, they have a plan in place and no way to verify the anxieties that lurk in the dark, so it’s only economical to cause mischief and bring a smile back to his face.
Though the feathers do make her nose wrinkle and her eyes water as she laughs, fighting back a sneeze. Were her own hands not busy with one of his and food of her own she’d have climbed him to get at the skewered fish just to prove a point. Which he must have anticipated given the soft thunk of his forehead to hers that keeps her contained. “Hmm. But you have a much larger mouth, so you’ll eat more of it. Doesn’t seem fair to me,” she points out in equal bratty flair, pursing her lips to blow a puff of air across his lips (and maybe up into his nose if she’s lucky).
AND LET YOUR COLORS BLEED AND BLEND WITH MINE
Hotaru
