The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
He doesn't take her words entirely for face value, instead loosing a small chuckle at the idea of never separating from her. Not because he doesn't share the sentiments to some extent, never someone who thrives when left alone and more than happy to share every moment he can with her (happily running his mouth off about whatever ones she happened to miss), but because he immediately pictures her in scenarios she wouldn't ordinarily be. Cheering from the sidelines of some scrap he's in, for training or not, or somehow delightfully pocket-sized to join him on otherwise tedious and dull patrols. The overly domestic merger of everything, not bothering to close the bathroom door or sitting on a counter and swinging his legs while she finishes up her makeup for some event.
The possibilities of it all fade into a different thought, one he does think they could both agree on. "It would be nice to have a compass or something that snaps us to each other." Because whether they're both on board with the idea or not, he knows there will be moments where they are apart, by choice or not. That trick would at least erase the distance the moment they desired it to. "Although a compass feels too...distant. It'd be better as something smaller or more permanent, not so easy to get lost or stolen." Maybe he'd get FLORA tattooed on his lower back and every time he throws it back she appears.
The brushing of his hand down her back pauses to settle over her shoulder as her words land. The press of his palm and the curl of his fingers offer the weight of an apology and squeeze a brief reassurance against her before they fully step into the cafe. Though, he's quickly the one left reeling after the mention that she had dated Astaroth. He had been meaning to ask her more about them both once they sat down, like how she came to know a pair of Ancients so well and what the backstory of their friendship might be, like maybe they saved each other from some crisis or another, would certainly explain the age gap.
Already swallowing so much down recently, this large pill joins the rest. He rolls it over in his thoughts, absently listening to ideas about gifts and push back on pancake beds. "Yeah, tea's a good idea, I'm guessing you've got a shop you know around here?" he answers to avoid slipping completely into the spill of his thoughts, though they're buzzing like a light ready to burn out behind his eyeballs. Soon after he returns a half-hearted bump of his hip for the jab about the breakfast mattress (even if she's right), "two in one, even better.".
The seat they take affords him a chance to gather up everything he'd just been rolling over in his head. It's not the threat of Asta still holding a place in her heart, they clearly each found someone else that matched that particular beat better, and the length of time being two weeks is not intimidating in the slightest. It's just the shock of picturing her alongside the old and very uptight, demon. "Soooo, you and Asta, dated?" he attempts at casual, even feigning interest in the placement of his silverware with one hand, as if he's not about to hang onto her every word. His other hand naturally slides around her shoulders, melding the sides of their seat into one seam of contact and warmth, for the time being anyway, he would need to reclaim it once food arrived. "Must have been ages ago and you two laugh about it now that you're such good friends, yeah?"
The possibilities of it all fade into a different thought, one he does think they could both agree on. "It would be nice to have a compass or something that snaps us to each other." Because whether they're both on board with the idea or not, he knows there will be moments where they are apart, by choice or not. That trick would at least erase the distance the moment they desired it to. "Although a compass feels too...distant. It'd be better as something smaller or more permanent, not so easy to get lost or stolen." Maybe he'd get FLORA tattooed on his lower back and every time he throws it back she appears.
The brushing of his hand down her back pauses to settle over her shoulder as her words land. The press of his palm and the curl of his fingers offer the weight of an apology and squeeze a brief reassurance against her before they fully step into the cafe. Though, he's quickly the one left reeling after the mention that she had dated Astaroth. He had been meaning to ask her more about them both once they sat down, like how she came to know a pair of Ancients so well and what the backstory of their friendship might be, like maybe they saved each other from some crisis or another, would certainly explain the age gap.
Already swallowing so much down recently, this large pill joins the rest. He rolls it over in his thoughts, absently listening to ideas about gifts and push back on pancake beds. "Yeah, tea's a good idea, I'm guessing you've got a shop you know around here?" he answers to avoid slipping completely into the spill of his thoughts, though they're buzzing like a light ready to burn out behind his eyeballs. Soon after he returns a half-hearted bump of his hip for the jab about the breakfast mattress (even if she's right), "two in one, even better.".
The seat they take affords him a chance to gather up everything he'd just been rolling over in his head. It's not the threat of Asta still holding a place in her heart, they clearly each found someone else that matched that particular beat better, and the length of time being two weeks is not intimidating in the slightest. It's just the shock of picturing her alongside the old and very uptight, demon. "Soooo, you and Asta, dated?" he attempts at casual, even feigning interest in the placement of his silverware with one hand, as if he's not about to hang onto her every word. His other hand naturally slides around her shoulders, melding the sides of their seat into one seam of contact and warmth, for the time being anyway, he would need to reclaim it once food arrived. "Must have been ages ago and you two laugh about it now that you're such good friends, yeah?"
Kaisel
The perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
