ISKRA
If he knew speaking the thoughts of his heart out loud would earn him her lips so often, he would have opened up much longer ago. The warm pull of the water moving around them, the twist of her fingers at his nape, and the soft brush of her mouth is enough to keep him from sliding into any habits of regret, far too content with the current situation to look for ways to needle himself. "The more nefarious they are, all the more reason for backup, yeah?" he smirks. While not entirely sure to what depths she might sink to, by force or choice, he's certain he'd dive after her all the same. There's little else in life worth chasing than this feeling, and there's few people left breathing who matter to him, none of whom compare to her. "Already plotting something wicked?" he wonders, just to see how big of a breath he might need to take.
He didn't expect her to reject the offer, but watching her smile deepen at the extension of it and her spoken agreement manages to lift his heart nonetheless. He is continually struck by how much putting word to all the thoughts and feelings hes sat with for years makes such a difference. He expected he already knew how to love her, but he's finding it's something entirely new that's growing in response to doing so aloud. "I've heard good things about an Italian place in Stormbreak's Pacifist Plaza," he suggests with a shy smile, not quite ready to have the idea put down for judgement. He'd meant to inquire a bit more first, but maybe it'd be better to get her take too instead of leaning on surprise to be the wonder of it all. "They have an acrobatic show afterwards, nearby at a little theater."
He waits a moment for reaction, trying to judge her favor of the plan. "Or I also considered taking a picnic lunch to the Oerworld's Peepholes. We could treasure hunt around the meal." Something more civilized and something more wild, figuring of the two one might do. Eventually, both, why not. "I've not been to either of those places," he admits with a drop of his voice, because for all his dreams and wild adventures in youth, it seemed Ampere took them with her, or better said, he buried them with her. With the help of Mel, he's started to wonder about digging them back up, a graverobber of old ambitions.
He didn't expect her to reject the offer, but watching her smile deepen at the extension of it and her spoken agreement manages to lift his heart nonetheless. He is continually struck by how much putting word to all the thoughts and feelings hes sat with for years makes such a difference. He expected he already knew how to love her, but he's finding it's something entirely new that's growing in response to doing so aloud. "I've heard good things about an Italian place in Stormbreak's Pacifist Plaza," he suggests with a shy smile, not quite ready to have the idea put down for judgement. He'd meant to inquire a bit more first, but maybe it'd be better to get her take too instead of leaning on surprise to be the wonder of it all. "They have an acrobatic show afterwards, nearby at a little theater."
He waits a moment for reaction, trying to judge her favor of the plan. "Or I also considered taking a picnic lunch to the Oerworld's Peepholes. We could treasure hunt around the meal." Something more civilized and something more wild, figuring of the two one might do. Eventually, both, why not. "I've not been to either of those places," he admits with a drop of his voice, because for all his dreams and wild adventures in youth, it seemed Ampere took them with her, or better said, he buried them with her. With the help of Mel, he's started to wonder about digging them back up, a graverobber of old ambitions.
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
