The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
He leans back as far as he can before it'd mean giving up holding her completely. "OH—that's the game we're playing now, is it?" Much as he means to come off dismayed and offended at her gatekeeping, he can’t keep a disbelieving smile from rising, or the shake of a laugh that undoes him entirely. ”Saving your darkest secrets for marriage, I understand.” He resettles against her with a long sigh. ”Guess I’ll just have to wait to hear them, then.” Spoken with an assurance that there is no other possibility that lies ahead of them than a wedding, and the patience to make it one worthwhile, despite a time or two already wanting to steal her away into the sunset and saying fuck it to decorum.
Smiling after the retreating form of the server, unbothered by her lack of amusement of their antics, his attention soon returns to her. ”I think orange juice after a bad night is absolutely something you’re allowed to be greedy about.” But fine, fine, they’d stick with pool sized.
The lightheartedness doesn’t fade, not exactly, but it quiets into meaningful thought. His thumb brushes over her hand as she works out her questions and the tangle of her thoughts about the history here. ”Maybe they don’t like to dwell on certain parts of their life? Either things they’d miss, or things that weren’t pleasant.” What little he does know of when people had been trapped here is usually not recounted happily. ”I’m sure if you asked, they’d say more, but some things are better left in the past.”
Smiling after the retreating form of the server, unbothered by her lack of amusement of their antics, his attention soon returns to her. ”I think orange juice after a bad night is absolutely something you’re allowed to be greedy about.” But fine, fine, they’d stick with pool sized.
The lightheartedness doesn’t fade, not exactly, but it quiets into meaningful thought. His thumb brushes over her hand as she works out her questions and the tangle of her thoughts about the history here. ”Maybe they don’t like to dwell on certain parts of their life? Either things they’d miss, or things that weren’t pleasant.” What little he does know of when people had been trapped here is usually not recounted happily. ”I’m sure if you asked, they’d say more, but some things are better left in the past.”
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
