// Start a tiny riot //
The feel of her tucking in tighter—really, just the feel of her at all—makes him selfishly want to sink right back into this reality they made. He could seal her in his arms and pretend the sun has no business with them at all, but he doesn’t have the ability to vanquish daylight or draw dreams out in perpetuity. So instead, he meets her eyes as she shifts back, the space she’d just been now achingly empty despite the remaining tangle of them elsewhere.
She's an unknown version, this early morning Flora caught in the afterglow of them—he has never considered her delicate, but right now he is careful with her, because she's soft in a way he's not used to, a way he doesn't want to bruise. He'd give anything to never hurt her.
Her words slip against all the uncertain air with the precision of her best daggers, cutting away until relief, or as close as they might get to it, drifts between them instead. She says what he’s thinking, which makes this easier, but only barely. "I don’t regret it either," he answers, the words steady even as his voice nearly cracks with the effort, to be here drawing lines again after erasing every one of them. "Not even a little."
His thumb rubs lightly along her side and he feels the newness of them, the way her skin seems to burn brighter against his now, the way he reaches unknowingly for contact with her because it's something stable. There is no going back, no unlearning this closeness, and he wouldn’t. "Whatever happens next," he murmurs, voice barely enough to make the short distance to her.
"Even if we can’t have this," he concedes, the honesty catching roughly in his throat. His other hand rises to cradle her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye where sleep still clings. "You won't be rid of me." He doesn't get into the why, since she already seems to know, might even know this too, but he wants to be certain. "So you better stock up on gummy worms, because I'm gonna come bother you, a lot." Just maybe…no more sleepovers, since he can’t seem to handle himself around her once the lights get low.
He forces a smile on, a little splash of sprinkles. "Besides, I still owe you a dance, and we are definitely going on that sky ship adventure still, so you better not make this weird Flo-ro or I'll be forced to take drastic measures." Behind his teeth he holds back the strain rising in his chest—the part of him that isn’t so confident he can pretend to just be her friend again, even with all his practice doing so all this time (look how that turned out), especially now that he knows what it’s like for her to be more. Given there's no alternative though, he'll put his all into it.
She's an unknown version, this early morning Flora caught in the afterglow of them—he has never considered her delicate, but right now he is careful with her, because she's soft in a way he's not used to, a way he doesn't want to bruise. He'd give anything to never hurt her.
Her words slip against all the uncertain air with the precision of her best daggers, cutting away until relief, or as close as they might get to it, drifts between them instead. She says what he’s thinking, which makes this easier, but only barely. "I don’t regret it either," he answers, the words steady even as his voice nearly cracks with the effort, to be here drawing lines again after erasing every one of them. "Not even a little."
His thumb rubs lightly along her side and he feels the newness of them, the way her skin seems to burn brighter against his now, the way he reaches unknowingly for contact with her because it's something stable. There is no going back, no unlearning this closeness, and he wouldn’t. "Whatever happens next," he murmurs, voice barely enough to make the short distance to her.
"Even if we can’t have this," he concedes, the honesty catching roughly in his throat. His other hand rises to cradle her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye where sleep still clings. "You won't be rid of me." He doesn't get into the why, since she already seems to know, might even know this too, but he wants to be certain. "So you better stock up on gummy worms, because I'm gonna come bother you, a lot." Just maybe…no more sleepovers, since he can’t seem to handle himself around her once the lights get low.
He forces a smile on, a little splash of sprinkles. "Besides, I still owe you a dance, and we are definitely going on that sky ship adventure still, so you better not make this weird Flo-ro or I'll be forced to take drastic measures." Behind his teeth he holds back the strain rising in his chest—the part of him that isn’t so confident he can pretend to just be her friend again, even with all his practice doing so all this time (look how that turned out), especially now that he knows what it’s like for her to be more. Given there's no alternative though, he'll put his all into it.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
