Honey wherever you go, I know
His grin spreads like a sail in the breeze of her laugh, racing away wild and free. It makes him feel like he could fly, the sound of her joy alone enough of a wing to lift a man to heights he couldn’t manage otherwise. It’s always this way with her—she finds the places he’s been fragmented and heavy, ones he hadn’t even noticed until she makes him whole and light enough to float alongside her.
Even when the gust of her smooths out into only a hush of breath, her nose nudging his, he’s still drifting on the thermals. The curl of her fingers keeps him tethered, an errant balloon otherwise. When her yawn sneaks out, buried partway against his chest and softened into something sweeter, it's too contagious to avoid and his own consumes him instantly, both of them undone by the same tide of weariness.
She’d worried she couldn’t match the dreams he built, as if he’d ever had any source of inspiration greater than the reality of her. The steady way her warmth seeps into him, the afterimage of her smile bright even as his blinking slows and lingers shut, the way she feels absolutely right woven in beside him—it's impossibly fantastic, yet it's real. She's here, with him, curling in like she's made to fit there, holding him as much as he’s holding her. With sleep on the horizon it's hard to believe he hasn't already sunken into a dream.
His smile twitches at the corners as she settles, her words an unsung lullaby. “Mm,” he exhales, quickly slipping under. "Eally like ou an...ore ffff is an..." The words fall apart mid sentence into just a rasp and a mumble of jibberish. His arm tightens around her middle, more instinct than intent as he fades. His other remains limp in her care, twitching occasionally as she traces comfort with each pass of her fingers.
His breath evens against her hair, syncing to hers as the world softens and slips away, leaving only the steady truth of her body nestled in his, fantasy no longer.
Even when the gust of her smooths out into only a hush of breath, her nose nudging his, he’s still drifting on the thermals. The curl of her fingers keeps him tethered, an errant balloon otherwise. When her yawn sneaks out, buried partway against his chest and softened into something sweeter, it's too contagious to avoid and his own consumes him instantly, both of them undone by the same tide of weariness.
She’d worried she couldn’t match the dreams he built, as if he’d ever had any source of inspiration greater than the reality of her. The steady way her warmth seeps into him, the afterimage of her smile bright even as his blinking slows and lingers shut, the way she feels absolutely right woven in beside him—it's impossibly fantastic, yet it's real. She's here, with him, curling in like she's made to fit there, holding him as much as he’s holding her. With sleep on the horizon it's hard to believe he hasn't already sunken into a dream.
His smile twitches at the corners as she settles, her words an unsung lullaby. “Mm,” he exhales, quickly slipping under. "Eally like ou an...ore ffff is an..." The words fall apart mid sentence into just a rasp and a mumble of jibberish. His arm tightens around her middle, more instinct than intent as he fades. His other remains limp in her care, twitching occasionally as she traces comfort with each pass of her fingers.
His breath evens against her hair, syncing to hers as the world softens and slips away, leaving only the steady truth of her body nestled in his, fantasy no longer.
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
