Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
It hurts, this happiness, or at least his cheeks are protesting the depth and continuation of his smile. It's especially present on the heels of her own declaration of love, each one she grants him like a firework in his chest, rapidly making Fourth of July his favorite holiday at this rate (a ranking previously belonging to national taco day). "Floraopolis needs fireworks," he informs her with a mumble where his lips have begun to lean against her temple. He's been jotting down notes once in a while for their perfect city, and a whole host of mental ones. Hard to say if he's become any more serious about the suggestion, but it's growing and becoming more defined one way or another.
His attention drifts, as it's always want to do, to the feel of her. She's an instrument that comes to life for him, responding to each sweep of his hands, the only musical talent he has, though it's never held him back from belting out Katy Perry in the shower. He strums her until they're both nothing more than butter people, too tired to twitch, breath the only thing that manages inbetween each heattbeat shared between them. Bliss, in it's most pure form, is lounging away with her.
Some part of him rouses at the small reignition of her voice, feeling it as much as hearing it come to life as she skims across his jawline. He smiles, fingers curling against her, pressing her into him wholly and tight. A frewell to this moment, but he doesn't cling to it like it's their last.
He releases her after a beat, instead gripping her shoulders and hoisting her back from him a bit before gasping dramatically. "Yes, but of course! It is ocean time for the lady. Soon you'll be fit to decorate sushi." His grin chases his voice, a laugh cutting in as he rises, carting her the short distance back to the full rainstorm of the shower. He slides her down slow and steady to her own two feet, a few remnants of clay lingering on them both, especially her. "Finish cleaning up and I'll meet you back in the orangery," he murmurs against her ear, smooching her cheek with a loud, wet sound before slinking away. He'll get the rest of his own clay with his towel, only minor residue from her anyway, and gradually redress himself as he wanders back down the hall in reverse of the wild dash from earlier.
His attention drifts, as it's always want to do, to the feel of her. She's an instrument that comes to life for him, responding to each sweep of his hands, the only musical talent he has, though it's never held him back from belting out Katy Perry in the shower. He strums her until they're both nothing more than butter people, too tired to twitch, breath the only thing that manages inbetween each heattbeat shared between them. Bliss, in it's most pure form, is lounging away with her.
Some part of him rouses at the small reignition of her voice, feeling it as much as hearing it come to life as she skims across his jawline. He smiles, fingers curling against her, pressing her into him wholly and tight. A frewell to this moment, but he doesn't cling to it like it's their last.
He releases her after a beat, instead gripping her shoulders and hoisting her back from him a bit before gasping dramatically. "Yes, but of course! It is ocean time for the lady. Soon you'll be fit to decorate sushi." His grin chases his voice, a laugh cutting in as he rises, carting her the short distance back to the full rainstorm of the shower. He slides her down slow and steady to her own two feet, a few remnants of clay lingering on them both, especially her. "Finish cleaning up and I'll meet you back in the orangery," he murmurs against her ear, smooching her cheek with a loud, wet sound before slinking away. He'll get the rest of his own clay with his towel, only minor residue from her anyway, and gradually redress himself as he wanders back down the hall in reverse of the wild dash from earlier.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
