Kaisel
The Rupert phrase solidifies between them like a promise to do better, a verbal handshake, and a webbed foot slipping in too. A 'brow cocks up as she continues though, painting Rupert red and extending something else a little more green, not toad green, but gummy worm green. "Okay, but you better be careful throwing out a phrase like that. Won't matter where, when, or what we're presently doing, or who we're presently with. I'd pick you up on the spot and we'd be gone." Which, might be her exact plan, but if she means to test it just to see, he's letting her know he'll gladly fuck up anything else that's happening to go code green for her.
She selects door number three, one he didn't even think was an option. His surprise is brief, a streak across his features and in the curl of his hands against her, before it melts into something like relief. Not that he doesn't want to spend time with her friends, but that after everything that's just happened, something simpler sounds perfect. "Is that all it takes to distract them?" he wonders with a small laugh, enamored with both her genius and the easy way she'd drop things for him too.
He gets caught in the look she gives him thereafter, leaning back enough that he can see every small thought sparkling at the corner of her eyes, each detail of affection creasing the corners of her mouth, the way firelight curls warm and bright against the line of her cheek giving her a golden blush. There’s still salt on her lashes, but the smile that meets him is soft and sure, and gods, the sight hits him harder than any of the things they said tonight.
His thumb traces a slow, unhurried path along her spine. The motion is feather-light, reverent, like he’s trying to smooth the night itself away from her skin. He can feel the rise and fall of her breath against him; the heat where their bodies meet and the cool whisper of air between them where they don’t. Each inch he touches steadies him.
"Alright," he agrees, smile surefooted now as it spreads wider in response. He swings around to be beside her now, his arm looping around her waist, his other extending to paint a picture of all their potentials. "We could go lay around at get drunk at the build site, bless the grounds with a sack full of gummy worms. Orrrrr park the Sugartide above here and try to see who can stack the most marshmallows on their horns, give up, lay around and get drunk with a sack full of gummy worms. Of course, there's my house, and we could, lay around..." Turns out maybe he mostly has the same idea, just different settings.
She selects door number three, one he didn't even think was an option. His surprise is brief, a streak across his features and in the curl of his hands against her, before it melts into something like relief. Not that he doesn't want to spend time with her friends, but that after everything that's just happened, something simpler sounds perfect. "Is that all it takes to distract them?" he wonders with a small laugh, enamored with both her genius and the easy way she'd drop things for him too.
He gets caught in the look she gives him thereafter, leaning back enough that he can see every small thought sparkling at the corner of her eyes, each detail of affection creasing the corners of her mouth, the way firelight curls warm and bright against the line of her cheek giving her a golden blush. There’s still salt on her lashes, but the smile that meets him is soft and sure, and gods, the sight hits him harder than any of the things they said tonight.
His thumb traces a slow, unhurried path along her spine. The motion is feather-light, reverent, like he’s trying to smooth the night itself away from her skin. He can feel the rise and fall of her breath against him; the heat where their bodies meet and the cool whisper of air between them where they don’t. Each inch he touches steadies him.
"Alright," he agrees, smile surefooted now as it spreads wider in response. He swings around to be beside her now, his arm looping around her waist, his other extending to paint a picture of all their potentials. "We could go lay around at get drunk at the build site, bless the grounds with a sack full of gummy worms. Orrrrr park the Sugartide above here and try to see who can stack the most marshmallows on their horns, give up, lay around and get drunk with a sack full of gummy worms. Of course, there's my house, and we could, lay around..." Turns out maybe he mostly has the same idea, just different settings.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
