The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
This isn't exactly the hill he means to die on, but her explanation leaves him little choice. "What," he interjects shortly after she ends her flourish of shoulders. "With flying you have take off, and landing, and those are hard. Even when you get to the straight lines, the wind is pushing on you and gravity is always ready to claim any mistake." Still, he's glad to hear she prefers it. "But, seems you're a natural then for hang gliding in Stormbreak." Most people are a little intimidated and unprepared for the forces whipping around them, but with a pegasus under her belt and all her time with skyships she should be more than fine for whenever they make it up for that particular adventure.
Never having looked at a fire and thought, I wanna jump in that, he only shrugs at the other features of being an Ancient. As for how strong he is, he lets out a low and disbelieving laugh, glancing down at the drape of her with no lack of fondness. "Can I get this in writing so the next time you try to ragebait me I have hard evidence?" He's strong enough to not be ashamed, but he's positive if it came down to wrestling for those strawberries he'd be tapping out before she broke a sweat. He can't keep back the small, affectionate shake of his head though when she suggests just asking Ronin for a goodnight kiss like it's any run of the mill request. "Pretty sure that only works if you're the one saying pretty please." Although he's never tried batting his eyelashes when he requests it, so maybe that's the difference?
Not meaning to sour the mood so thoroughly, he does not claim her berries while her shields are down, that'd be unsportsmanlike. Instead, he sets his fork down, swallowing whatever bite he still had from his own plate and wraps his arm around hers, melding touch and warmth into one noodle of comfort. "I don't think you'd be stupid to do either one," he says with a tilt of his head back into the booth. "I think there's good things and bad things either way. I just wanted to know if that is what made you think about it, because...I'm not sure if you would have been strong enough either way. Not unless maybe you were a demi-god too." She'd been able to call her family and still died, but he doesn't think that the other answer would have saved her any better. The Family had been a terrible foe, not really possible for any one person to deal with.
Turning into her shoulder with his own, he sighs comfortably against her. "Maybe I'll do it if you do it then, so we can be stronger together."
Never having looked at a fire and thought, I wanna jump in that, he only shrugs at the other features of being an Ancient. As for how strong he is, he lets out a low and disbelieving laugh, glancing down at the drape of her with no lack of fondness. "Can I get this in writing so the next time you try to ragebait me I have hard evidence?" He's strong enough to not be ashamed, but he's positive if it came down to wrestling for those strawberries he'd be tapping out before she broke a sweat. He can't keep back the small, affectionate shake of his head though when she suggests just asking Ronin for a goodnight kiss like it's any run of the mill request. "Pretty sure that only works if you're the one saying pretty please." Although he's never tried batting his eyelashes when he requests it, so maybe that's the difference?
Not meaning to sour the mood so thoroughly, he does not claim her berries while her shields are down, that'd be unsportsmanlike. Instead, he sets his fork down, swallowing whatever bite he still had from his own plate and wraps his arm around hers, melding touch and warmth into one noodle of comfort. "I don't think you'd be stupid to do either one," he says with a tilt of his head back into the booth. "I think there's good things and bad things either way. I just wanted to know if that is what made you think about it, because...I'm not sure if you would have been strong enough either way. Not unless maybe you were a demi-god too." She'd been able to call her family and still died, but he doesn't think that the other answer would have saved her any better. The Family had been a terrible foe, not really possible for any one person to deal with.
Turning into her shoulder with his own, he sighs comfortably against her. "Maybe I'll do it if you do it then, so we can be stronger together."
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
