[SE] a little bit of sun out when it's freezin'

// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //

He sees it before he hears it—the rise of something heavy trying to break free, carried on the short, empty sound of her weary laugh. That surge in her chest, like two breaths have come in at once, one for her to keep and one for her to cry into, is what kicks him off the doorframe. Seeing her stranded in the middle of the room, bare legs adrift among her own discarded glitter and absurdity, shoulders trembling with the effort staying upright, it's too much. There’s not enough comfort left around her, nothing she can sink into except the ache in her chest, and that's the last place he wants her to go.

Wine would not be enough right now, so he quickly sets it down on a nearby dresser, crossing the room to her. "Yes," he says simply, tugging her into his arms without allowance for any refusal. "Of course, yes. You never have to ask," he murmurs, pressing her against him for a moment, taking some of her weight onto his chest. He tilts a kiss to the top of her hair before resting his chin there, smoothing out one stray strand for the time being.

"In fact," he considers after a moment of pulling all her sad tight against him. He leans back just a touch, holding her upright as his hands brace on either side of her arms. "Do you want this one?" He starts to lift it up with one hand, but then stretches the bottom out and up towards her like he means to swipe it up over her head, despite the absolute certainty it cannot reach. "In fact I think we could just share this one," he suggests as he moves.

Kaisel

// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //