Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
He's about to tell her that sounds garish, even by her standards, and impossible to clean, but the quip fizzles out the moment her voice drops. His motions still, concern creeping in. He's been gone most of the season, which he knows it's been difficult on them both, but persistent as ever about putting others first she hasn't really let the weight of it on her show much. The compass and the parchment have been lifesavers several times over, but he'd rather not have to keep looking for rescue. He'd rather be here. "I won't be gone much longer," he reassures, a weak smile nudging into one cheek as he squeezes her seaweed calf.
"Let's say we spare the cost of the paint supplies and the trouble of redecorating floor to ceiling and just make it through the season. I'll be back for LongNight, and that'll be here before you know it. We're gonna break away from all the torches and the noise in between my patrols and go skinny dipping. You just have to fight all the sharks off, okay?" He'd meant to pounce on her and steal her away mid-conversation, race her down the shore and dare her for it. He'd rather kill the surprise and let it sit like hope between them, a better future soon at hand, where their mornings can be splendidly lazy in bed and they can close down all the restaurants at night. Stormbreak means something to him, had been home, but she means more, and he wants to build a new home here with her.
"Just red?" he asks, the classic part of it hardly seeming to matter. He's expectant of some tremendous and beautiful explanation of the color, but the let's it land simple and flat. His 'brows rise, prodding her. "Matching an outfit?" he wonders, leaning up into a stretch as he completes the seaweed wrapping. "Should we be obnoxious and dress alike?" He grins, the idea the risk of something you do ironically until it stops being ironic. Since LongNight is not just one night, he'd need more than just his soldier garb. He lets her consider it while rustling around for her mani-pedi supplies nearby.
"Let's say we spare the cost of the paint supplies and the trouble of redecorating floor to ceiling and just make it through the season. I'll be back for LongNight, and that'll be here before you know it. We're gonna break away from all the torches and the noise in between my patrols and go skinny dipping. You just have to fight all the sharks off, okay?" He'd meant to pounce on her and steal her away mid-conversation, race her down the shore and dare her for it. He'd rather kill the surprise and let it sit like hope between them, a better future soon at hand, where their mornings can be splendidly lazy in bed and they can close down all the restaurants at night. Stormbreak means something to him, had been home, but she means more, and he wants to build a new home here with her.
"Just red?" he asks, the classic part of it hardly seeming to matter. He's expectant of some tremendous and beautiful explanation of the color, but the let's it land simple and flat. His 'brows rise, prodding her. "Matching an outfit?" he wonders, leaning up into a stretch as he completes the seaweed wrapping. "Should we be obnoxious and dress alike?" He grins, the idea the risk of something you do ironically until it stops being ironic. Since LongNight is not just one night, he'd need more than just his soldier garb. He lets her consider it while rustling around for her mani-pedi supplies nearby.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
