Honey wherever you go, I know
The smirk that rouses in response to her falters suddenly as she shifts just so. The sensation of such intentional contact jolts through him, a warm tingle that subsides gradually. A hand grabs hold of her hip, heat rising in his gaze that he very pointedly aims down to where she'd just struck a fresh spark. It returns soon enough to her eyes, lips tugged into a curious line. "Shall I wear all my worst outfits just to fend you off then?" He can agree perhaps that making out in front of Koa and Caly would not go over well.
She sinks then, and the humor that had started to trickle in about this weird ask dries up once more. He goes still as she airs it out. It's something shy almost, but too surefooted to be that, much as it still trembles on its release. It gathers though as it comes out, building onto itself with each roll of her tongue, an avalanche of worry that barrels into him. It is strange, after all, he'd never been told to love less.
It sounds like more guilt from someone shouldering more blame than they should though. "So, decommission your bust, is what I'm hearing?" His fingers flex marginally where they remain fitted on her waist, and his other hand fits overtop hers near his chest. "Flora, you can be my perfect wet dream from the stars and still be a fuck up, you know?" He blows out a breath, trying to gather his feelings into something remotely resembling sense and words. "The things you do wrong don't remove all the things you do right. And all of it is still just, you." He doesn't doubt they'll have moments where they're upset and hurt again, or arguing or sobbing with each other. "That's who I'm in this for. You. Not the fantasy."
He tilts his head back for a minute, humming with thought. "I call you out on game rules, don't I?" he asks earnestly. "And I rise up to your challenges, right?" Maybe it'd been mostly harmless thus far, but the core of it remains. "So why do you think I wouldn't stand up to you about any future dumb shit?" Spoken like he certainly believes there will be those moments. "Doesn't mean I'd care for you less though."
She sinks then, and the humor that had started to trickle in about this weird ask dries up once more. He goes still as she airs it out. It's something shy almost, but too surefooted to be that, much as it still trembles on its release. It gathers though as it comes out, building onto itself with each roll of her tongue, an avalanche of worry that barrels into him. It is strange, after all, he'd never been told to love less.
It sounds like more guilt from someone shouldering more blame than they should though. "So, decommission your bust, is what I'm hearing?" His fingers flex marginally where they remain fitted on her waist, and his other hand fits overtop hers near his chest. "Flora, you can be my perfect wet dream from the stars and still be a fuck up, you know?" He blows out a breath, trying to gather his feelings into something remotely resembling sense and words. "The things you do wrong don't remove all the things you do right. And all of it is still just, you." He doesn't doubt they'll have moments where they're upset and hurt again, or arguing or sobbing with each other. "That's who I'm in this for. You. Not the fantasy."
He tilts his head back for a minute, humming with thought. "I call you out on game rules, don't I?" he asks earnestly. "And I rise up to your challenges, right?" Maybe it'd been mostly harmless thus far, but the core of it remains. "So why do you think I wouldn't stand up to you about any future dumb shit?" Spoken like he certainly believes there will be those moments. "Doesn't mean I'd care for you less though."
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
