ISKRA
A low chuckle rises at the idea of contorting her so easily with something as simple as kind words, seeming rather impossible that it wouldn't take more. Though, he surely doesn't understand the depths to which she has wandered alone and fierce for so long, her truths still guarded in many ways, something for him to pick over in time to finish piecing together the puzzle of their lost time. Nothing hidden exactly, she's been fairly free about revealing all manner of truths, but things that have nonetheless been tucked away by time and memory, jostling back into the open when certain things shift. Flattery just one such slope for them to slide along.
Mostly his laugh rouses as an outward admission of the simple happiness that settles warm and unfamiliar in his chest at this proximity to her affections. The sound is soon swallowed back by the return of her mouth, a newfound current of exhilaration swelling at the contact. If flattery will get him everywhere, he'd want it to lead nowhere other than here, bracketed by her touch. "I don't need to go anywhere but here," he murmurs.
Grinning at the sound of her joy as they part, the space minimal at best, he is struck anew by the quiet weight of her voice. Safe is an underrated sensation in a world where much of their family has perished and threats abound. It's a strength he'd have given years of his life to offer to her, and here it is, already thriving. "There's no higher compliment," he says on a breath, the visible cloud of it drifting past their cheeks as he tilts his head into hers for a moment. Gods, he hopes he can maintain it.
"What do you say so me joining you in Torchline for Longnight?" he wonders, drifting back enough to capture her gaze. "Then afterwards, when Flowerbirth arrives, I take you on a proper date?"
Mostly his laugh rouses as an outward admission of the simple happiness that settles warm and unfamiliar in his chest at this proximity to her affections. The sound is soon swallowed back by the return of her mouth, a newfound current of exhilaration swelling at the contact. If flattery will get him everywhere, he'd want it to lead nowhere other than here, bracketed by her touch. "I don't need to go anywhere but here," he murmurs.
Grinning at the sound of her joy as they part, the space minimal at best, he is struck anew by the quiet weight of her voice. Safe is an underrated sensation in a world where much of their family has perished and threats abound. It's a strength he'd have given years of his life to offer to her, and here it is, already thriving. "There's no higher compliment," he says on a breath, the visible cloud of it drifting past their cheeks as he tilts his head into hers for a moment. Gods, he hopes he can maintain it.
"What do you say so me joining you in Torchline for Longnight?" he wonders, drifting back enough to capture her gaze. "Then afterwards, when Flowerbirth arrives, I take you on a proper date?"
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
