Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
A soft apology is mumbled out when the squirm of her under his tighter grip is a solid reminder that he's working freshly old frustrations into her very current body. He lightens up after that, tilting an ear for the rest of her tale. The bit about being willing to overthrow Hadama is a strange revelation, and maybe it would have hit him harder if it was what ended up coming to pass instead of just a plan, like an intrusive thought that springs to mind. It's more than that though, he knows, because to accomplish it would be no quick or easy thing, and could have caused a great deal of harm to both sides of the issue, or to the kingdom itself. He sees the kind of dedicated ruler she is though, and there's a trust, maybe an all too blind one, that she'd not make such a choice without reason. His loyalties aren't to kings or Hadama, they're to her, past and present and future. All the scars she wears, visible or otherwise, are part of who she is, of who he cherishes. They're not inherently ugly to him, they're just an indicator of survival and perseverance, and those are things he can always respect.
Before he rises, the drift of her fingers keeps him longer, and the worry that creases into her response softens him further. His hand curls up into hers with an easy reassurance, a squeeze that tries to give her some of the strength he feels every time he looks at her. "I definitely think you shouldn't rule alone," he asserts, although the seriousness of it is betrayed by a smile slant to his lips. "Although aside from all the obvious reasons, it's because I'm completely selfish and don't want you being so permanently busy we're trapped in Torchline forever." But yes, also so that the kingdom doesn't fall into utter anarchy if anything happens to her, although if that's the case, Torchline will be the last thing on his mind then.
"You won't know the answer to that if you don't ask." It's said gently, although he doesn't quite grasp the depth of the concern and how she turns it so inward on herself instead of just the position. He can hear the fear, but it sounds like she's afraid she'll be left alone again, rather than found unfit to rule beside. "A lot of people probably won't want to," he admits, although it's said casually, like it's well known that responsibility is something people avoid. "I think others will surprise you though."
The flick of her attention back over her shoulder toward him should have been indicator enough, especially with the mischief of an idea weaving into her expression. Still, when she says it, he couldn't have expected it in a thousand dreams, and it forces a laugh free with the absurd way she always wrestles the world into her control. He loves it. He loves her. "Is making out in the rain one of the things you like?" he wonders, drifting back towards her head. "Isn't part of the appeal that it's unexpected?" he queries with a fond tilt of his head as he resists his chin back near her, wondering what would make this so different from kissing in the shower. "That you're caught in the sudden douse of it all, but you don't care, because nothing matters more than kissing each other?" He leans in closer with each word, sealing the end with his lips on hers, slow and deep and unfortunately lacking any rain. "I don't mind assigning a room for your lips though, or weather while we're at it. Although, I'm partial to sunny days." Mainly, just because that'll be the weather they most often get, so an excuse to steal her affection as if she doesn't already freely offer it.
Before he rises, the drift of her fingers keeps him longer, and the worry that creases into her response softens him further. His hand curls up into hers with an easy reassurance, a squeeze that tries to give her some of the strength he feels every time he looks at her. "I definitely think you shouldn't rule alone," he asserts, although the seriousness of it is betrayed by a smile slant to his lips. "Although aside from all the obvious reasons, it's because I'm completely selfish and don't want you being so permanently busy we're trapped in Torchline forever." But yes, also so that the kingdom doesn't fall into utter anarchy if anything happens to her, although if that's the case, Torchline will be the last thing on his mind then.
"You won't know the answer to that if you don't ask." It's said gently, although he doesn't quite grasp the depth of the concern and how she turns it so inward on herself instead of just the position. He can hear the fear, but it sounds like she's afraid she'll be left alone again, rather than found unfit to rule beside. "A lot of people probably won't want to," he admits, although it's said casually, like it's well known that responsibility is something people avoid. "I think others will surprise you though."
The flick of her attention back over her shoulder toward him should have been indicator enough, especially with the mischief of an idea weaving into her expression. Still, when she says it, he couldn't have expected it in a thousand dreams, and it forces a laugh free with the absurd way she always wrestles the world into her control. He loves it. He loves her. "Is making out in the rain one of the things you like?" he wonders, drifting back towards her head. "Isn't part of the appeal that it's unexpected?" he queries with a fond tilt of his head as he resists his chin back near her, wondering what would make this so different from kissing in the shower. "That you're caught in the sudden douse of it all, but you don't care, because nothing matters more than kissing each other?" He leans in closer with each word, sealing the end with his lips on hers, slow and deep and unfortunately lacking any rain. "I don't mind assigning a room for your lips though, or weather while we're at it. Although, I'm partial to sunny days." Mainly, just because that'll be the weather they most often get, so an excuse to steal her affection as if she doesn't already freely offer it.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
