the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
If she's the sun, he must be Icarus.
Calypso's touch is a blaze against him, the warmth of shots and the glow of the night's revelry pressing him into nothing but smiles and butter in her hands. It is not unwelcome, to let in this fire, to submit to it when there's been another flame he's been resisting time and time again until the absence of it, the cold of it, has left him with a different type of burn. With her, he can jump in as far as she'll let him, and currently that bottom doesn't seem present as she hunts for his mouth once more.
Her arms beckon him back with a tug, and like a collar slipped against him, he yields to that pull with obedience. She bows towards him and he dips down in turn to press into her, to feel that ignition slide against the connection of their bodies. He reaches his hands against either side of her hips, reverent in the touch as they drift and tug down her. He pulls from her lips, forehead pressing against hers, gaze drifting to the swell of her chest. His fingers splay, cupping around her ass, hoisting her up against the bar edge. His blonde wig slides off in the heat of it all, spilling against the counter, then the floor.
It settles like a reminder there in the corner of his eye, and he pauses in his need to devour her, or be devoured by her, while he's still got an ounce of wit to him. "Hey," he says under his breath to her, pulling away a hair so her can look at her, hands still taut on the sides of her. "Can you hold this thought real fast? We can find somewhere better suited," he grins and it's lopsided, buzzed on the drinks in the glass and on her lips. "But first, I promised someone a dance, and I don't break those."
Their group seems to be whittling down, sets finding each other and slipping away—like where the fuck didKoa and Sohalia go? He hadn't noticed them leave in the, well, everything. The both of them gone though? Looks like his cousin made a choice after all, if Kaisel had to guess. Then Vesper and Mateo are equally locked, and Flora had since stolen Theea for the dance floor. He was more than ready to take Caly out of here if the fun was breaking up, if he wasn't going to be abandoning Koa to bad thoughts and memories. But as he said, he had a promise to keep.
He tips Calypso's chin with a hand, flashes a grin, and slips away to the dance floor.
It doesn't take long to spot Flora, and he sidles up alongside her asTheea is given a lovely flourish. "Me next!" he quips with a laugh, one hand extending, palm up, for Flora to take. "I promised you a dance," he says with a faux bow. "Might I cash in, majesty?"
Calypso's touch is a blaze against him, the warmth of shots and the glow of the night's revelry pressing him into nothing but smiles and butter in her hands. It is not unwelcome, to let in this fire, to submit to it when there's been another flame he's been resisting time and time again until the absence of it, the cold of it, has left him with a different type of burn. With her, he can jump in as far as she'll let him, and currently that bottom doesn't seem present as she hunts for his mouth once more.
Her arms beckon him back with a tug, and like a collar slipped against him, he yields to that pull with obedience. She bows towards him and he dips down in turn to press into her, to feel that ignition slide against the connection of their bodies. He reaches his hands against either side of her hips, reverent in the touch as they drift and tug down her. He pulls from her lips, forehead pressing against hers, gaze drifting to the swell of her chest. His fingers splay, cupping around her ass, hoisting her up against the bar edge. His blonde wig slides off in the heat of it all, spilling against the counter, then the floor.
It settles like a reminder there in the corner of his eye, and he pauses in his need to devour her, or be devoured by her, while he's still got an ounce of wit to him. "Hey," he says under his breath to her, pulling away a hair so her can look at her, hands still taut on the sides of her. "Can you hold this thought real fast? We can find somewhere better suited," he grins and it's lopsided, buzzed on the drinks in the glass and on her lips. "But first, I promised someone a dance, and I don't break those."
Their group seems to be whittling down, sets finding each other and slipping away—like where the fuck did
He tips Calypso's chin with a hand, flashes a grin, and slips away to the dance floor.
It doesn't take long to spot Flora, and he sidles up alongside her as
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
