Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
As her foot rests right near his most precious body part, especially as one of her toes grazes a sensitive curve as she wiggles them, he jumps slightly. "Freeeeey," he hisses with a jitter to match his movement. He drops a hand to rest on her foot, a cautionary barrier against her clearly accidental brush as she gets comfortable again.
"Are you fishing for compliments after telling me not to?" he demands with a narrowed eye as she refers to herself as fat for the second time. One time is already a red flag with a woman, but twice?! It's all a joke, until it isn't. "Because I can start up again if you have body image issues," he threatens, partially delighted to uncover this weakness of hers.
He shakes his head at her question, laughing at all her suggested wishes for him. "I knew I should have run my ideas past you first, those are all amazing ideas. But, no. And for someone who made so many star wishes I'd expect you of all people to respect the sanctity of them." He rolls his eyes in exaggerated fashion. "You know I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true-er." A pause, to think, because if it hasn't come true then can he tell her? He wouldn't anyway, but it's a star-law he's not sure of. Maybe it isn't true yet but will be later? Maybe if it isn't true, and he tells, he'll be cursed? Lots to consider. "More untrue than it already has," he clarifies with a nod.
She doesn't crumple, so he breathes a sigh of relief that his question hasn't splintered something further. Though there's grief, she carries it well, leaning into her well of love for him and the fond memories she's gathered there. He doesn't think he's ever heard her speak so highly of someone, each description carefully composed with beautiful care and rich with an unblemished affection. It's rare, such undiluted adoration. He smiles, warmed by her unrelenting care for him.
Something shifts then, and she lifts her head with newfound purpose, an edge set to her like she expect she needs to cut something down. "If anyone could convince Mort, it's you." She could start by repeating some of this.
"Are you fishing for compliments after telling me not to?" he demands with a narrowed eye as she refers to herself as fat for the second time. One time is already a red flag with a woman, but twice?! It's all a joke, until it isn't. "Because I can start up again if you have body image issues," he threatens, partially delighted to uncover this weakness of hers.
He shakes his head at her question, laughing at all her suggested wishes for him. "I knew I should have run my ideas past you first, those are all amazing ideas. But, no. And for someone who made so many star wishes I'd expect you of all people to respect the sanctity of them." He rolls his eyes in exaggerated fashion. "You know I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true-er." A pause, to think, because if it hasn't come true then can he tell her? He wouldn't anyway, but it's a star-law he's not sure of. Maybe it isn't true yet but will be later? Maybe if it isn't true, and he tells, he'll be cursed? Lots to consider. "More untrue than it already has," he clarifies with a nod.
She doesn't crumple, so he breathes a sigh of relief that his question hasn't splintered something further. Though there's grief, she carries it well, leaning into her well of love for him and the fond memories she's gathered there. He doesn't think he's ever heard her speak so highly of someone, each description carefully composed with beautiful care and rich with an unblemished affection. It's rare, such undiluted adoration. He smiles, warmed by her unrelenting care for him.
Something shifts then, and she lifts her head with newfound purpose, an edge set to her like she expect she needs to cut something down. "If anyone could convince Mort, it's you." She could start by repeating some of this.
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
