// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Mel, ever the one to be a bit more realistic and grounded, neither drifting into the darker tides that drag him down nor floating away on the lighter currents that have him bounce too high sometimes, is the exact anchor he needs. Amusement flickers over his features as she neither denies nor agrees, entirely, content just to remain, as he is, tangled anew in something that feels unknown. He has a multitude of questions, but the thought of asking any of them, worse of knowing them, feels like a disruption he'd rather not risk. Maybe he'd ask, little by little, with each moment he tries to carve out with her, through smiles and hand holds and lips that are braver than they were on the ice earlier today.
"Suppose we might get hungry eventually," he admits, head tilting to the side where a mug of cider has long grown cold. Near it, the pillow that started it all lays abandoned, and the piles of needle and thread that they forgot. "We could shower," he offers reasonably, no suggestion to it, just the simple extension of warm water to cradle them in a different heat. "Then make dinner... lounge around and finish our cloaks." He glances back at her, a question in the arch of his 'brow. "Or, stay here." Forever.
"Suppose we might get hungry eventually," he admits, head tilting to the side where a mug of cider has long grown cold. Near it, the pillow that started it all lays abandoned, and the piles of needle and thread that they forgot. "We could shower," he offers reasonably, no suggestion to it, just the simple extension of warm water to cradle them in a different heat. "Then make dinner... lounge around and finish our cloaks." He glances back at her, a question in the arch of his 'brow. "Or, stay here." Forever.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
