Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Her giggling breaks through the night like a bright peal of lightning, charging the air with the thrum of their feet and the erratic racing of young hearts just beneath it all. Behind them, the ocean roars in electric approval, blue light tumbling like constellations spinning themselves free into this universe of their love. The momentum of the chase sends them rolling into the sand, a wild press of skin against skin. The sound that leaves him is all joy—half-roar, half-laugh—as he cages her beneath him, breathless and grinning wide enough to swallow the surf and all its makeshift stars.
Sand clings to the splay of her curls, mottles their skin in beach freckles, and sparkles in the crease of his smile. For once he doesn't seem to notice it, attention wholly drawn to her, their laughter collapsing into each other’s mouths. In the quiet moment that comes next, where it's only the drag of their ragged breath and the shore's pulse humming behind them, he finds himself caught off guard by the sight of her here in the sand. She's stunning. Once in a lifetime, impossible to describe and do it justice, utterly completes him, stunning.
Her cheeks are flushed with the sprint and spirits, several errant strands of hair bordering the shape of her smile. Her curls frame the rest of her like a crown that only gets bestowed upon those who dare to live, each golden strand that reaches up in chaos proof of it. Her eyes glitter with mischief all the while, sparkling like a dare through the dark, more impressive than any jewel catching sunlight in its angles. He's certain no one has ever looked half as bright and beautiful as she does right now.
For a moment, he's too struck by her to do anything but gawk, each line his eyes trace leaving a sense of boyish awe. It's only as her legs shift around him that he recovers, the reality of the moment returning with an eruption of salt and heat as he bows over her. He presses a kiss just below her collarbone, then another at the hollow of her neck, lips brushing the shimmer of light that clings to her skin from fire and sea. The scent of wind, and smoke, and her perfume greets him, lingering even as he lifts his head.
His smile softens, curiosity folding over the liquid copper that's grown warm in his gaze. "What can you do?" he asks quietly, a challenge rising there, but one tempered with wonder, as if he already knows the answer is going to ruin him.
Sand clings to the splay of her curls, mottles their skin in beach freckles, and sparkles in the crease of his smile. For once he doesn't seem to notice it, attention wholly drawn to her, their laughter collapsing into each other’s mouths. In the quiet moment that comes next, where it's only the drag of their ragged breath and the shore's pulse humming behind them, he finds himself caught off guard by the sight of her here in the sand. She's stunning. Once in a lifetime, impossible to describe and do it justice, utterly completes him, stunning.
Her cheeks are flushed with the sprint and spirits, several errant strands of hair bordering the shape of her smile. Her curls frame the rest of her like a crown that only gets bestowed upon those who dare to live, each golden strand that reaches up in chaos proof of it. Her eyes glitter with mischief all the while, sparkling like a dare through the dark, more impressive than any jewel catching sunlight in its angles. He's certain no one has ever looked half as bright and beautiful as she does right now.
For a moment, he's too struck by her to do anything but gawk, each line his eyes trace leaving a sense of boyish awe. It's only as her legs shift around him that he recovers, the reality of the moment returning with an eruption of salt and heat as he bows over her. He presses a kiss just below her collarbone, then another at the hollow of her neck, lips brushing the shimmer of light that clings to her skin from fire and sea. The scent of wind, and smoke, and her perfume greets him, lingering even as he lifts his head.
His smile softens, curiosity folding over the liquid copper that's grown warm in his gaze. "What can you do?" he asks quietly, a challenge rising there, but one tempered with wonder, as if he already knows the answer is going to ruin him.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
