Honey wherever you go, I know
I love you splashes across him like seltzer water—crisp and tingling with delight, heart buoyed in his chest with the rising bubbles, stains from all the hurt lightning a little as they lift up into the fizz. It's not the kind that she tries to hide with an eyeroll, or the ones he can't quite catch because she's made them inaudible intentionally. This one comes true and heard, and gods the risk of breaking down into a mess returns instantly for it. If not for the assborn tossed in at the end, he'd be reduced to ugly crying overtop her like a private rain cloud, but instead he chokes out a laugh with the surprise of it and the perfect summation of them tangled in that confession. It doesn't stop once it starts, nearly mad with the release, the attempts at composure finally splintering under this rise of something too momentous to contain.
This is one of the many reasons he loves her. That he could walk to the edge of despair and she could haul him back into something golden and sure with just a word.
It eventually transforms into unrelenting adoration beneath his mouth and the curl of his hands. He meets her for every breathless reassurance that they exchange, content not to exist beyond this effervescent moment. He's all too aware that this hasn't just fixed everything, that they've both got stitches in place of seams, but it certainly seems worth trying to see if it might. The thought of more words and decisions sounds exhausting just to imagine.
He exhales knowingly into the break between them, still as she speaks, even with the trail of her contact setting goosebumps racing along the skin she traces. "Mm," he agrees before laughing faintly. "You're the only one talking right now Ro," he points out, but shortly thereafter makes a disgusted face. His teeth clip together unevenly, the grit of sand rolling between them, grating through him with a sensation that shudders into his bones. "I wouldn't mind a hot shower though," he admits, "and flopping onto the couch with you until we're comfortable." A nap maybe, to give his body time to recover from the exhaustion of loving her hard enough to break them both.
This is one of the many reasons he loves her. That he could walk to the edge of despair and she could haul him back into something golden and sure with just a word.
It eventually transforms into unrelenting adoration beneath his mouth and the curl of his hands. He meets her for every breathless reassurance that they exchange, content not to exist beyond this effervescent moment. He's all too aware that this hasn't just fixed everything, that they've both got stitches in place of seams, but it certainly seems worth trying to see if it might. The thought of more words and decisions sounds exhausting just to imagine.
He exhales knowingly into the break between them, still as she speaks, even with the trail of her contact setting goosebumps racing along the skin she traces. "Mm," he agrees before laughing faintly. "You're the only one talking right now Ro," he points out, but shortly thereafter makes a disgusted face. His teeth clip together unevenly, the grit of sand rolling between them, grating through him with a sensation that shudders into his bones. "I wouldn't mind a hot shower though," he admits, "and flopping onto the couch with you until we're comfortable." A nap maybe, to give his body time to recover from the exhaustion of loving her hard enough to break them both.
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
