Honey wherever you go, I know
His fingers snap excitedly at the added label. "Gods, you're so right, how could I forget that one!" He looks over at her as the amusement rolls like a breeze between them, scarily normal. The eye roll he's earned feels like comfort at this point after the number of times he's gotten to see her wear it, and he can't quite keep out the lightening in his chest for it's return, like that more than anything is a weight off his mind. "Bet I could get another ride," he beams, gaze not dropping, trusting in the shift of her stride to guide his. "Maybe even race the Sugar Tide through a pod of sky whales." His smile eases, less about teasing now than wistful thinking about old plans being turned into new, all things he still wanted to do with her, meant to. Means to.
He hesitates as she reaches out for him, not because he'd withdraw, but because he's afraid she will if he does anything wrong. His humor trips into a held breath, amber fixing on aqua and holding fast. The risk of drowning in her gaze is nearly the same as in his kitchen sink though as all she offers is a rude cheek pat, another playful jab offered to hide the risk of anything softer. His head rears back from her hand even as it starts to fall away, mock offense sketching overtop his quiet hope as a scoff drags free like tires on gravel, long and rough with the disapproval. "Funny, don't remember hearing any complaints from you before," he flicks a meaningful glance her way as he rubs absently at his chin. "If you're offering to try again though...I'll hold you to it." She'd wanted him to gush about their night together, but he's more interested in making her gush again, and again, and again.
He laughs lightly, as if he only means it in jest, even if the slow pull of his eyes off her suggests otherwise. "So I was thinking we could get lunch?" he offers instead, a bit more tame.
He hesitates as she reaches out for him, not because he'd withdraw, but because he's afraid she will if he does anything wrong. His humor trips into a held breath, amber fixing on aqua and holding fast. The risk of drowning in her gaze is nearly the same as in his kitchen sink though as all she offers is a rude cheek pat, another playful jab offered to hide the risk of anything softer. His head rears back from her hand even as it starts to fall away, mock offense sketching overtop his quiet hope as a scoff drags free like tires on gravel, long and rough with the disapproval. "Funny, don't remember hearing any complaints from you before," he flicks a meaningful glance her way as he rubs absently at his chin. "If you're offering to try again though...I'll hold you to it." She'd wanted him to gush about their night together, but he's more interested in making her gush again, and again, and again.
He laughs lightly, as if he only means it in jest, even if the slow pull of his eyes off her suggests otherwise. "So I was thinking we could get lunch?" he offers instead, a bit more tame.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
