// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
He could never tire of watching the way the gods break the plane from the heavenly scape where they linger into this earthly din. Each time he is stunned and entranced, and the pressure of their power and magnificence squeezes in on every breath like it just might choke him, but always with enough relenting grace not to actually do so.
Her voice is the steady glow of moonlight guiding through the dark, cold and beautiful in a manner that makes you feel safe, but not entirely secure. Even now, with her praise, the steady guide of her hand bidding him to his feet, he is awash with joy and relief. It's like a bath that can't stay warm for as long as you'd like to soak in it though, and he feels the prickle of an urgency, a reminder that he cannot relax fully or he might drown.
He offers her that soft, boyish smile that is glad he's managed not to disappoint. "Thank you, Safrin" he breaths, eyes widening as her hands weaponize the very air and twist light into metal. He takes them slowly, plucking them from her grip with a brush of his fingers against her palm. A thrill spirals through him at the contact, and he glances up at her a bit shyly as he tucks the tools against his chest, the cool and glittering metal feeling like relief against the heat. "I will," he promises, an appreciative smile spreading as he nods and backs away while the night reclaims her, or perhaps it's the other way around.
[FIN]
Her voice is the steady glow of moonlight guiding through the dark, cold and beautiful in a manner that makes you feel safe, but not entirely secure. Even now, with her praise, the steady guide of her hand bidding him to his feet, he is awash with joy and relief. It's like a bath that can't stay warm for as long as you'd like to soak in it though, and he feels the prickle of an urgency, a reminder that he cannot relax fully or he might drown.
He offers her that soft, boyish smile that is glad he's managed not to disappoint. "Thank you, Safrin" he breaths, eyes widening as her hands weaponize the very air and twist light into metal. He takes them slowly, plucking them from her grip with a brush of his fingers against her palm. A thrill spirals through him at the contact, and he glances up at her a bit shyly as he tucks the tools against his chest, the cool and glittering metal feeling like relief against the heat. "I will," he promises, an appreciative smile spreading as he nods and backs away while the night reclaims her, or perhaps it's the other way around.
[FIN]
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
