Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Once the dark swallows them up and the crowd is left behind them with a mixture of surprise and wonder, he loosens his grip. The nefarious clutch becomes a lazy drapery of an arm against her waist, uncaring that it makes staggering through the sand more difficult, he'd rather stumble than permit more distance than necessary between them. His gaze glitters bold and smug with as it dips towards her, catching distant firelight to offer the faintest shine. "I almost fell off like ten times. It was great." A swift laugh follows, his free hand shaking out the lingering tremors of the ride's wind from his mussied hair. "Apologies if you get any complaints come dawn, a few people might have gotten singed at the end there." Although the look of him doesn't seem sorry in the slightest. She's lucky he's not floating the idea of dragon mounts for the entire army.
He's scarcely aware of the direction of their stride as his look lingers long and insufferably adoring across her. He's only mindful that they cling to the borders, as much to avoid the warm glow of light as to keep her from getting snatched up by any more work, purely pleasant conversation or otherwise. For right now, she's all his, and he means to keep it that way as long as he can manage. "You don't seem like you went without your own fun." The little blush he'd caught on her cheeks before nabbing her, and the orphaned cocktail speak to as much. She certainly could have been drinking out of survival, but he knows she can conjure fun out of a wet sheet if needed.
"You also look far too clothed for what we're doing next," he tuts, fingers curling under the hem of her sweatshirt as they move. "Fortunately I think there's an easy solution for that, don't you?"
He's scarcely aware of the direction of their stride as his look lingers long and insufferably adoring across her. He's only mindful that they cling to the borders, as much to avoid the warm glow of light as to keep her from getting snatched up by any more work, purely pleasant conversation or otherwise. For right now, she's all his, and he means to keep it that way as long as he can manage. "You don't seem like you went without your own fun." The little blush he'd caught on her cheeks before nabbing her, and the orphaned cocktail speak to as much. She certainly could have been drinking out of survival, but he knows she can conjure fun out of a wet sheet if needed.
"You also look far too clothed for what we're doing next," he tuts, fingers curling under the hem of her sweatshirt as they move. "Fortunately I think there's an easy solution for that, don't you?"
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
