Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Always pleased to make anyone happy, but especially her, his grin isn't something quiet or shy in response to the laughter she tries to wrestle back for the sake of her mouthfuls. It leaves him pleasantly glowing, like a sunbeam trapped beneath his skin, escaping in the spread of his smile and the glances he keeps sneaking her way while he fumbles with silverware and desserts.
It's not just what he offers her though, because she directly brightens him with her own antics, turning something as simple as a picnic into a honey-rich moment that will absolutely become a favorite memory later on. Chuckling at the royal airs she puts on, the sound fighting back his attempts to be serious about this and extend the play, he can't help but lose to the humor. "Very good, majesty. Yes, it's all quite delicious." That his attention has wholly shifted from the offerings of food laid out on the stone to the languid sprawl of her against it, as if she is part of the spread, doesn't make the words any less true either.
It's part of what leaves him wholly unprepared for her assault, far too lost in dreamy eyes, the fog of appreciation blinding him even as he sees her take another scoop. It's only as the pulls it back instead of dips it into her mouth does some awareness settle in a series of blinks, but by then it's too late and her food catapault sends the cheesecake smacking into his cheek with a wet slap. His eyes go wide with disbelief, a gasp quickly melting into a loud laugh as he hurriedly sets his spoon down and vaults over the edge of the rock to get on her side. "Oh no, you dropped your bite!" he calls out with mock concern, racing around to her, offending cheek leading the charge as he reaches out to press and smear it on her cheek in return. "Let me help you," he grunts through the effort.
It's not just what he offers her though, because she directly brightens him with her own antics, turning something as simple as a picnic into a honey-rich moment that will absolutely become a favorite memory later on. Chuckling at the royal airs she puts on, the sound fighting back his attempts to be serious about this and extend the play, he can't help but lose to the humor. "Very good, majesty. Yes, it's all quite delicious." That his attention has wholly shifted from the offerings of food laid out on the stone to the languid sprawl of her against it, as if she is part of the spread, doesn't make the words any less true either.
It's part of what leaves him wholly unprepared for her assault, far too lost in dreamy eyes, the fog of appreciation blinding him even as he sees her take another scoop. It's only as the pulls it back instead of dips it into her mouth does some awareness settle in a series of blinks, but by then it's too late and her food catapault sends the cheesecake smacking into his cheek with a wet slap. His eyes go wide with disbelief, a gasp quickly melting into a loud laugh as he hurriedly sets his spoon down and vaults over the edge of the rock to get on her side. "Oh no, you dropped your bite!" he calls out with mock concern, racing around to her, offending cheek leading the charge as he reaches out to press and smear it on her cheek in return. "Let me help you," he grunts through the effort.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
