Honey wherever you go, I know
Seems his wish on the star had been depending on him as much as her all this time.
The way she moves into the space that remains means more to him than anything else today, even the key. He's tempted to reach for her, tug her the rest of the way, hold her for more than a spin. He can't tell if it's cowardice or intelligence that keeps him rooted instead, choosing not to interrupt her words by stepping on a potential landmine.
Her assurance, so certain and gentle, laid out in full honesty without a buffer of humor, drags his smile higher. That the usual teasing follows suit is fine, because she still handed him that, and he'll hold onto it same as all the other gilded memories he's stockpiled with her name scrawled over them. "Yeah, I know you're scary, especially when I mercilessly beat you at games, which would have happened every night. Your mood would have been insufferable," he grins, well aware, as she is, that there's hardly truth to it. Namely because in no world would he be able to beat her every night, and because he can suffer many if not most of her moods, though he's positive he has not met them all.
"I dunnooooo," he drawls thoughtfully, "bet you would have made us go running all the time." He pulls a face, speaking to his preference on that form of exercise. "Or at least made us climb your mast constantly if we were too airborne to run." Multiple masts come to mind in that regard, and his eyes can't help but hover on the curve of her mouth for longer than acceptable.
A huff of amusement slips free as he flicks a glance towards Spice. "So is that you admitting I did ride a dragon and you're afraid I might bring it here?" He's all mischief as his eyes return to her, an I told you so loaded up in the lines of the look. "Got it, no dragons," he confirms.
"I could hit up the markets real fast and make us something here?" he offers after a moment of thought, an attempt to try what he'd been too scared to do before—be with her.
The way she moves into the space that remains means more to him than anything else today, even the key. He's tempted to reach for her, tug her the rest of the way, hold her for more than a spin. He can't tell if it's cowardice or intelligence that keeps him rooted instead, choosing not to interrupt her words by stepping on a potential landmine.
Her assurance, so certain and gentle, laid out in full honesty without a buffer of humor, drags his smile higher. That the usual teasing follows suit is fine, because she still handed him that, and he'll hold onto it same as all the other gilded memories he's stockpiled with her name scrawled over them. "Yeah, I know you're scary, especially when I mercilessly beat you at games, which would have happened every night. Your mood would have been insufferable," he grins, well aware, as she is, that there's hardly truth to it. Namely because in no world would he be able to beat her every night, and because he can suffer many if not most of her moods, though he's positive he has not met them all.
"I dunnooooo," he drawls thoughtfully, "bet you would have made us go running all the time." He pulls a face, speaking to his preference on that form of exercise. "Or at least made us climb your mast constantly if we were too airborne to run." Multiple masts come to mind in that regard, and his eyes can't help but hover on the curve of her mouth for longer than acceptable.
A huff of amusement slips free as he flicks a glance towards Spice. "So is that you admitting I did ride a dragon and you're afraid I might bring it here?" He's all mischief as his eyes return to her, an I told you so loaded up in the lines of the look. "Got it, no dragons," he confirms.
"I could hit up the markets real fast and make us something here?" he offers after a moment of thought, an attempt to try what he'd been too scared to do before—be with her.
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
