// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
He might feel the warmth of her hug and all it means a bit more if she didn't insist on tormenting him. His mouth is molten now, each nerve firing off with pain that has set every part of him tingling with a phantom burn, as if the spice has now entered his blood. His scalp prickles with it, and his sweat is coming on heavy now around his face. Lipstick stains? She's gonna pull away with part of him smeared all over her.
The look she grants him after a minute is enough to worry him despite the hell she's already bestowed upon him. What more could she have?
Wait—Spice. Where the fuck is Spice? Leave it to Flora to attack from two fronts and use a twist of words to do it. He glances around wildly, trying to find the dragon, though admittedly a blast of frost doesn't sound so bad right about now.
What she does instead though leaves him choking, like actually. He sucks in a breath to comment, forgetting himself briefly, and the fireball of candy hits the back of his throat. He gags against it, slumping against Flora as he struggles for breath, tears freely streaming now and snot starting to drip from his nose. He swallows, hard, and the devil's testicle burns all the way down. He hacks afterwards, falling to his hands and knees with no ounce of pretend dramatics as he tries to recover. "Jack...is her dad?" it's all he can manage to wheeze out.
The look she grants him after a minute is enough to worry him despite the hell she's already bestowed upon him. What more could she have?
Wait—Spice. Where the fuck is Spice? Leave it to Flora to attack from two fronts and use a twist of words to do it. He glances around wildly, trying to find the dragon, though admittedly a blast of frost doesn't sound so bad right about now.
What she does instead though leaves him choking, like actually. He sucks in a breath to comment, forgetting himself briefly, and the fireball of candy hits the back of his throat. He gags against it, slumping against Flora as he struggles for breath, tears freely streaming now and snot starting to drip from his nose. He swallows, hard, and the devil's testicle burns all the way down. He hacks afterwards, falling to his hands and knees with no ounce of pretend dramatics as he tries to recover. "Jack...is her dad?" it's all he can manage to wheeze out.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
