Honey wherever you go, I know
He doesn't miss the way next time lands, and the promise of being more vocal sets his gaze molten for a moment. He'd expected the idea to send her skittering back, like the water she's dipping a toe in is too warm against the chill that's still deep in her, but maybe he'd misjudged how much she'd already begun to thaw. Could it truly be so simple as just being here with her? He'd expected grand gestures to prove himself, barely even able to convince her he'd ridden a dragon much less loves her enough to bury all the hurt she'd gardened in his absence.
He also knows she doesn't back down. He's found himself annoyingly admitting to surrender just to keep the both of them from jumping into insanity before, but that'd been when he'd aimed for restraint. Now, she's untied him with everything she said at the flower fields, giving life to feelings he thought could only be fanciful. Now, he wants to see just how far they can climb up their threats, just how deep jumping overboard into madness with her could be. "I look forward to it," is all he murmurs out of the corner of his mouth, but it's low and rough with the echo of memory.
He didn't expect the relief that comes when she agrees to lunch, like he's still bracing for the thistles of her pain to be set back down between them whenever he drifts too close. His 'brow arches up with curiosity though, and perhaps this is the path to the briar patch. "What?" he wonders, tempted by her secret, but keeps step with her regardless. Meanwhile he pilfers through a list of what sounds good to eat, trying to ignore the way Flora keeps trying to jump to the top.
His gaze lights up with recognition as they finally stand before her home, almost ominous as it sits like a reminder of where lines began to blur. She holds out the key, and he glances down at it for a moment, like Frodo about to accept the Ring, aware of the weight and the power contained in something so small. Suddenly being prickled by thorns doesn't seem to matter very much to him at all, maybe figures they're all in his head anyway, because he rushes in to pick her up in a hug and swing her around once, laughter bright and easy. "WHAT! Ro, that's amazing!" He crows as he sets her down, pecking at the key like a shiny treasure he intends to keep. He presses a kiss to it before holding it up to the house with one eye squinted shut. "I didn't think you meant it, but hell yeah, I'd much rather live here."
He also knows she doesn't back down. He's found himself annoyingly admitting to surrender just to keep the both of them from jumping into insanity before, but that'd been when he'd aimed for restraint. Now, she's untied him with everything she said at the flower fields, giving life to feelings he thought could only be fanciful. Now, he wants to see just how far they can climb up their threats, just how deep jumping overboard into madness with her could be. "I look forward to it," is all he murmurs out of the corner of his mouth, but it's low and rough with the echo of memory.
He didn't expect the relief that comes when she agrees to lunch, like he's still bracing for the thistles of her pain to be set back down between them whenever he drifts too close. His 'brow arches up with curiosity though, and perhaps this is the path to the briar patch. "What?" he wonders, tempted by her secret, but keeps step with her regardless. Meanwhile he pilfers through a list of what sounds good to eat, trying to ignore the way Flora keeps trying to jump to the top.
His gaze lights up with recognition as they finally stand before her home, almost ominous as it sits like a reminder of where lines began to blur. She holds out the key, and he glances down at it for a moment, like Frodo about to accept the Ring, aware of the weight and the power contained in something so small. Suddenly being prickled by thorns doesn't seem to matter very much to him at all, maybe figures they're all in his head anyway, because he rushes in to pick her up in a hug and swing her around once, laughter bright and easy. "WHAT! Ro, that's amazing!" He crows as he sets her down, pecking at the key like a shiny treasure he intends to keep. He presses a kiss to it before holding it up to the house with one eye squinted shut. "I didn't think you meant it, but hell yeah, I'd much rather live here."
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
