I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
As she rotisserie chickens in his arms back to facing him, he resettles around her, head tilting into hers, listening for a moment to just their breathing and the quiet tick of life carrying on beyond this room. It's strange, knowing that his whole world is steadily falling apart in his arms while the rest goes on oblivious and unchanged, happy even. So when she offers up the idea that it could be rude to not only permit the party to continue, but to keep hiding from it, he snorts with an immediate disagreement at the very idea.
"I don't think you have to worry about anyone finding it rude," he reassures in the next breath, leaning back to tilt a look at her before pressing his lips to her forehead, gently kissing away the creases there like his breath could iron them free. "When you summoned Frey, it got everyone all fired up, especially with Charlie scattering ideas of orgies left and right." He murmurs that truth still pressed against her forehead, pulling back just enough to talk before delivering another kiss, his hands sliding up from around her to hold each cheek in his palm. Nothing sweeping or romantic, but trying to press every bit of affection into her, that even now she'd still worry about the feelings of everyone else, so he means to dump all his feelings into her in return. "So when I left, Danta and Astaroth were already looking ready to strip on the spot. Who knows who else has by now."
He shakes his head, hair that isn't entirely straight but also not really curly but maybe a little bit wavy or just perhaps a bit messy, shifting with the movement. "Bed, with you, is the only place I want to be right now." There's no smoldering implication there, just a return of her weariness, though by no means to the same degree, that crawling into familiar comforts and just holding her into the break of a new day is all that really sounds desirable right now. "I'd already left the party anyway, I didn't want to be around all the—Frey touched," he finishes, deciding it best not to spill that he'd been lured into thinking she'd done it all as a gift. A rather stupid series of coincidences and insecurities that don't deserve any more light than they've already taken.
He tips his forehead against hers now, holding her there, sharing breath like it could steady them both. "No more fake smiles," he agrees, at least for tonight. "I can even tell them to take it to Danta and Astaroth's room, if that'd be better. Or we just barricade ourselves in ours and put enough cotton in our ears we forget they're even out there." They could communicate through touch well enough, and parchment, jotting notes back and forth like a pair of school kids even if they're right beside each other.
"I don't think you have to worry about anyone finding it rude," he reassures in the next breath, leaning back to tilt a look at her before pressing his lips to her forehead, gently kissing away the creases there like his breath could iron them free. "When you summoned Frey, it got everyone all fired up, especially with Charlie scattering ideas of orgies left and right." He murmurs that truth still pressed against her forehead, pulling back just enough to talk before delivering another kiss, his hands sliding up from around her to hold each cheek in his palm. Nothing sweeping or romantic, but trying to press every bit of affection into her, that even now she'd still worry about the feelings of everyone else, so he means to dump all his feelings into her in return. "So when I left, Danta and Astaroth were already looking ready to strip on the spot. Who knows who else has by now."
He shakes his head, hair that isn't entirely straight but also not really curly but maybe a little bit wavy or just perhaps a bit messy, shifting with the movement. "Bed, with you, is the only place I want to be right now." There's no smoldering implication there, just a return of her weariness, though by no means to the same degree, that crawling into familiar comforts and just holding her into the break of a new day is all that really sounds desirable right now. "I'd already left the party anyway, I didn't want to be around all the—Frey touched," he finishes, deciding it best not to spill that he'd been lured into thinking she'd done it all as a gift. A rather stupid series of coincidences and insecurities that don't deserve any more light than they've already taken.
He tips his forehead against hers now, holding her there, sharing breath like it could steady them both. "No more fake smiles," he agrees, at least for tonight. "I can even tell them to take it to Danta and Astaroth's room, if that'd be better. Or we just barricade ourselves in ours and put enough cotton in our ears we forget they're even out there." They could communicate through touch well enough, and parchment, jotting notes back and forth like a pair of school kids even if they're right beside each other.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
