The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
He doesn't know the truth to that, because he's never ridden on Soh or a pegasus, but he immediately gasps for the sake of Charlie's honor. "Maybe you're just terrible at riding horses," he attempts to counter, weakly, and knows it. "Because they're both in the air and stuff," he explains with a tilt of his wrist, briefly miming fluttering overhead before giving it up.
Unsurprised by her refusal or the bold exclamation of it, he can only roll his eyes dramatically at it and obnoxious kiss. "Figures," he mutters, spearing another bite of pancake through a chuckle at the idea of upsetting her night with a brief appearance of Ronin to tuck them in. "Alright, I guess I won't summon your father right before we fall asleep," he concedes, amusement carrying each word aloft.
He can only do his best to hold her through the shadow that falls. With every shiver, to her body or voice, he finds a way to nestle her in tighter. Even now, seeing her tremble in a way that's rare, least of all in a memory she survived, he only gets a taste of the horrors she went through. He'd certainly never think her lesser for not coming out unscathed. "You faced more than your fair share of hell with all that," he murmurs, his other hand folding atop hers, fingers curling tight like he could hold her safely here forever. "I don't know that there's any way to feel completely safe," he admits, knowing even the immortal have a loophole. Maybe becoming a god, but no one's managed that, and besides you'd have to answer prayers all the time. "It's always a good idea to keep striving to improve though, whatever form that takes."
With his sights so locked on her the sudden voice of the waitress sends a skitter up his spine. He glances over at her, a member of the Addams family he's sure. "Oh yea, so great!" He beams up at her, their devoured plates proof enough. "We'll take the check." They still need to get Asta's tea and he'd rather not have to keep having her lurk over them.
Unsurprised by her refusal or the bold exclamation of it, he can only roll his eyes dramatically at it and obnoxious kiss. "Figures," he mutters, spearing another bite of pancake through a chuckle at the idea of upsetting her night with a brief appearance of Ronin to tuck them in. "Alright, I guess I won't summon your father right before we fall asleep," he concedes, amusement carrying each word aloft.
He can only do his best to hold her through the shadow that falls. With every shiver, to her body or voice, he finds a way to nestle her in tighter. Even now, seeing her tremble in a way that's rare, least of all in a memory she survived, he only gets a taste of the horrors she went through. He'd certainly never think her lesser for not coming out unscathed. "You faced more than your fair share of hell with all that," he murmurs, his other hand folding atop hers, fingers curling tight like he could hold her safely here forever. "I don't know that there's any way to feel completely safe," he admits, knowing even the immortal have a loophole. Maybe becoming a god, but no one's managed that, and besides you'd have to answer prayers all the time. "It's always a good idea to keep striving to improve though, whatever form that takes."
With his sights so locked on her the sudden voice of the waitress sends a skitter up his spine. He glances over at her, a member of the Addams family he's sure. "Oh yea, so great!" He beams up at her, their devoured plates proof enough. "We'll take the check." They still need to get Asta's tea and he'd rather not have to keep having her lurk over them.
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
