Kaisel
Victorious, he funnels his hard-won bite into his mouth before he can lose it, even if he's stumbling to the side from the swing of her hips. Its so cold, the mouthful too big in his haste to claim in, and he's struggling to manage it as laughter huffs out from his nose at her chastisement. He's visibly struggling as he tosses the cold cream from one cheek pocket to the other, fighting for the self-control to swallow it as he steps back into the space her hips had knocked him free of. Right in range of her spoon shiv. He squirms, grabbing for her hand, wordless as he tries to swallow, but his eyes are gleaming dangerously as they lock on hers in unspoken warning.
He manages to get it down, but he's palming his forehead, stilled as he winces, "Brainfreeze."
Blinking rapidly as the mild pain gradually subsides, he shakes his head and glances at the flow of her fingers as she spreads the imaginary cloth out for him. "Do you have anything in your closet that doesn't fall under that label?" There's skepticism in his question, but his dark eyes are full of unspent laughter as they hold her. Gods how had he let her escape his merciless teasing for so long?
Things change. People drift, often unintentionally. What had once tied them together had at some point been loosened, and the currents had taken them in different directions for a while. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her. Like working through a sunset in a gradually darkening room, you don't notice you're squinting and struggling until someone turns on the lights. It's a wonder then why you'd suffered for that time, when it was so easy to just brighten the room.
His humor melts away into honest adoration as he watches her, this light before him, and is grateful they'd found time for each other again. The moment passes, a brief pause of softened affection, one where he doesn't stop to dwell on the what that set them apart (Koa), but he's laughing deeply again as her theatrics, their theatrics, resume. His mouth opens in quiet protest as ice cream freckles his arm. He lifts it to his mouth to slurp it off, nodding along to her ideas. "That must make you the goddess of impeccable fashion sense."
He manages to get it down, but he's palming his forehead, stilled as he winces, "Brainfreeze."
Blinking rapidly as the mild pain gradually subsides, he shakes his head and glances at the flow of her fingers as she spreads the imaginary cloth out for him. "Do you have anything in your closet that doesn't fall under that label?" There's skepticism in his question, but his dark eyes are full of unspent laughter as they hold her. Gods how had he let her escape his merciless teasing for so long?
Things change. People drift, often unintentionally. What had once tied them together had at some point been loosened, and the currents had taken them in different directions for a while. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her. Like working through a sunset in a gradually darkening room, you don't notice you're squinting and struggling until someone turns on the lights. It's a wonder then why you'd suffered for that time, when it was so easy to just brighten the room.
His humor melts away into honest adoration as he watches her, this light before him, and is grateful they'd found time for each other again. The moment passes, a brief pause of softened affection, one where he doesn't stop to dwell on the what that set them apart (Koa), but he's laughing deeply again as her theatrics, their theatrics, resume. His mouth opens in quiet protest as ice cream freckles his arm. He lifts it to his mouth to slurp it off, nodding along to her ideas. "That must make you the goddess of impeccable fashion sense."
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
