The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
"I don't think that's what I said at all," he begins to disagree, but he's not certain she heard him at all over all her smug. "How about this. We swap and see how we do. I'll ride a pegasus, and you ride a dragon, eh?" A mane definitely seems easier to grab hold of. Not as cool, naturally, but easier.
With a grin too wide to hold back he leans in to steal one such extra kiss, a low hum of gratitude rising the moment he takes it. "You spoil me," he says with a low croon. "Mm, much better than Ronin," he agrees, as if that was ever up for debate.
There's something undeniable in the touch of her. It brings a comfort that he's never known except when folded beside her, and he's always deeply grateful that it seems to do just the same for her. Maybe that's how it always feels, when you're in love, but he's never felt like a single person could be a safe harbor before, not until her. Feeling understood, accepted, wanted, it melts away fears better than any nightlight ever could. "Yeah...I've felt that way before too," he admits with a low sigh. "It's part of why I like being a soldier, aside from family business and all. It feels like I can really test me."
He could not have prepared himself even if he tried for what she asks next, least of all with that lead in. "What!?" Is all he can manage at first, forcing himself to pull away to fully look at her, eyes wide. "Uh, no?" It's an answer, but also a question, because bitch what the fuck?
With a grin too wide to hold back he leans in to steal one such extra kiss, a low hum of gratitude rising the moment he takes it. "You spoil me," he says with a low croon. "Mm, much better than Ronin," he agrees, as if that was ever up for debate.
There's something undeniable in the touch of her. It brings a comfort that he's never known except when folded beside her, and he's always deeply grateful that it seems to do just the same for her. Maybe that's how it always feels, when you're in love, but he's never felt like a single person could be a safe harbor before, not until her. Feeling understood, accepted, wanted, it melts away fears better than any nightlight ever could. "Yeah...I've felt that way before too," he admits with a low sigh. "It's part of why I like being a soldier, aside from family business and all. It feels like I can really test me."
He could not have prepared himself even if he tried for what she asks next, least of all with that lead in. "What!?" Is all he can manage at first, forcing himself to pull away to fully look at her, eyes wide. "Uh, no?" It's an answer, but also a question, because bitch what the fuck?
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
