Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
She's constantly distracting. He's trying to focus on the channel, glancing her way mid word, finally catching sight of the attire he'd passed off to her in a rush to get them both clothed enough to summon Mel here to begin with (he'd not be trusting towels to not have the comedic timing of dropping, thank you).
What does drop is his mouth, slackened at the firelit display of light and shadow that rolls over her skin in a woven pattern from the holes of her coverup. His gaze rolls over her in open, and stunned, appreciation. He'd gwk longer, and plans to, but his call is answered and he only has a moment to catch the bright splash of red bordering her thighs, and higher up, a peek of her nipple saying hello. How impolite, he wanted to say hi back, but he he's forced to turn his attention away as Mel arrives.
She has the worst timing. Nevermind that she's only come when, because, he called.
Something in him eases at the sight of her though, inconvenient as it is, because she appears rather unharmed. Just, damp, and sleepy? "So your magic did that to you?" he tries to confirm, startled yet again by the display of her abilities seeming to be so harmful, but she's already vanishing, Flora's recounting of his victory the last thing they really manage to convey. As she departs, he glances back to her, head tilting in question. "I won, huh?" He snorts, clearly finding the victory hollow. "Remind me to lose next time." There's several reasons why.
Sighing with the relief of it all, a sudden jumble of feelings in a short time, he closes the distance and slides an arm around her waist. He does greet her chest properly this time, an "oh, hello," slipping free with a rogue's grin as his gaze tilts from her face to the netting of her breasts. His other hand rolls lightly across before he drags her into a stride down the beach, backpack slung over his other shoulder. "You should definitely wear this around the house, like all the time." And away they wander, hunting down the rest of her clothes, or what they can find before calling it quits, hands unable to leave her be for long.
[FIN]
What does drop is his mouth, slackened at the firelit display of light and shadow that rolls over her skin in a woven pattern from the holes of her coverup. His gaze rolls over her in open, and stunned, appreciation. He'd gwk longer, and plans to, but his call is answered and he only has a moment to catch the bright splash of red bordering her thighs, and higher up, a peek of her nipple saying hello. How impolite, he wanted to say hi back, but he he's forced to turn his attention away as Mel arrives.
She has the worst timing. Nevermind that she's only come when, because, he called.
Something in him eases at the sight of her though, inconvenient as it is, because she appears rather unharmed. Just, damp, and sleepy? "So your magic did that to you?" he tries to confirm, startled yet again by the display of her abilities seeming to be so harmful, but she's already vanishing, Flora's recounting of his victory the last thing they really manage to convey. As she departs, he glances back to her, head tilting in question. "I won, huh?" He snorts, clearly finding the victory hollow. "Remind me to lose next time." There's several reasons why.
Sighing with the relief of it all, a sudden jumble of feelings in a short time, he closes the distance and slides an arm around her waist. He does greet her chest properly this time, an "oh, hello," slipping free with a rogue's grin as his gaze tilts from her face to the netting of her breasts. His other hand rolls lightly across before he drags her into a stride down the beach, backpack slung over his other shoulder. "You should definitely wear this around the house, like all the time." And away they wander, hunting down the rest of her clothes, or what they can find before calling it quits, hands unable to leave her be for long.
[FIN]
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
