Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
The sound of his name hurtles after him, the one she only uses when she's fed up in some shape or another, and it cracks his focus in half, grin crashing through. He meant to outrun her Edward Cullen style. Very fast, dramatic, and sincere about the whole thing. Laughter keeps shaking through him with nearly every stride though, a stitch forming under his ribs far too early given the short distance, and he's positive she's gaining on him. He even has half a channel brewing in his back pocket to help him out, though given her attire and LongNight's limitations, it's better he doesn't need to pull on that particular card this time.
He is surprised though, spinning around to face her as water collides blue and bright against his feet, victorious and suspicious. It's just enough time to inhale before she thuds into him, staggering them both further back into the spray of salt and pretend stars. Where she grabs onto him, he mirrors, catching her by the sides and spinning her once, a trail of neon igniting where her feet skim the sea, before his idiot grin gives in entirely. He leans down, pressing a kiss against that clever mouth of hers, a hum of appreciation swallowing her laughter and her false defeat.
"All that running you always boast about," he manages to drawl against the corner of her lips, tilting away between laughs, "so strange that it didn't do you any good just now." His words melt into another kiss, purposefully trying to bury her retort in her chest. Another wave tumbles in, catching on their legs with brilliance, a flare that rises and fades around them. He draws back just far enough to look at her, thumbs sweeping back at forth at her sides, heat rising swifter than he can keep it back now that it feels like the parties are distant and it's just them lost in the dark. "Better hurry or you're going to have a hell of a hook in the way." A girthy hook.
He is surprised though, spinning around to face her as water collides blue and bright against his feet, victorious and suspicious. It's just enough time to inhale before she thuds into him, staggering them both further back into the spray of salt and pretend stars. Where she grabs onto him, he mirrors, catching her by the sides and spinning her once, a trail of neon igniting where her feet skim the sea, before his idiot grin gives in entirely. He leans down, pressing a kiss against that clever mouth of hers, a hum of appreciation swallowing her laughter and her false defeat.
"All that running you always boast about," he manages to drawl against the corner of her lips, tilting away between laughs, "so strange that it didn't do you any good just now." His words melt into another kiss, purposefully trying to bury her retort in her chest. Another wave tumbles in, catching on their legs with brilliance, a flare that rises and fades around them. He draws back just far enough to look at her, thumbs sweeping back at forth at her sides, heat rising swifter than he can keep it back now that it feels like the parties are distant and it's just them lost in the dark. "Better hurry or you're going to have a hell of a hook in the way." A girthy hook.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
