Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
He glances up once from the unwrapping to the anxious perch of her, the sea glass of her eyes so focused it could start a fire if she holds it steady too long, of that he's certain. It only doubles his curiosity for what's inside, quickening how he pulls away the exterior wrapping and then the lid, too eager now for ceremony. He peers in once it's exposed, blocking her view momentarily as his eyes meet the gleam of the golden flower.
The rush of her words spills around him like point where tide meets beach, felt but not overwhelming. They sink in after the fact, too focused now on lifting the flower charm free, the nice chain trailing behind it like a vine. Quiet admiration has dawned upon his features, deepening with the backing of her explanation. His gaze meets her through the space between the chain as he holds it up.
She's fidgeting like she's just passed him a note asking him to check yes or no about whether or not he likes her. The absurd image of her shy, over this, cracks a tender smile through the silent appreciation of what she's made for him. "This is the best!" he crows sudden and loud, the trance of the gleaming gold broken. He tugs it up to his neck, hands working the clasp until it's securely placed around him. He dips his chin, glancing down at the flower that settles on his chest. "Now I've got a part of you with me, always." It's a perfect marker of her, and it wouldn't matter if it did everything she said it would—that she gave it up like a piece of her being offered to him, an image of her for him to always hold and cherish, is all he could ever want.
That is does have the effects she claims, is an emboldening prospect for someone who already dives into life face first. "My protector," he growls out with intentional effect, swooping in on her shyness like he could devour it in one bite as his hands find their seat at her hips and tug her into the step he's already taking towards her. He means it, though, because he's never had someone looking out for him the way she is. Someone that values more than just his safety, and offers that in ways that don't stifle him. He tilts like he's going in for a kiss, but swerves and presses his adoration into her neck with a series of kisses and drag of teeth. "Thank you," he says softer as he slides closer to her ear, fingers tightening against the lace, quietly testing the give. "I love it."
The rush of her words spills around him like point where tide meets beach, felt but not overwhelming. They sink in after the fact, too focused now on lifting the flower charm free, the nice chain trailing behind it like a vine. Quiet admiration has dawned upon his features, deepening with the backing of her explanation. His gaze meets her through the space between the chain as he holds it up.
She's fidgeting like she's just passed him a note asking him to check yes or no about whether or not he likes her. The absurd image of her shy, over this, cracks a tender smile through the silent appreciation of what she's made for him. "This is the best!" he crows sudden and loud, the trance of the gleaming gold broken. He tugs it up to his neck, hands working the clasp until it's securely placed around him. He dips his chin, glancing down at the flower that settles on his chest. "Now I've got a part of you with me, always." It's a perfect marker of her, and it wouldn't matter if it did everything she said it would—that she gave it up like a piece of her being offered to him, an image of her for him to always hold and cherish, is all he could ever want.
That is does have the effects she claims, is an emboldening prospect for someone who already dives into life face first. "My protector," he growls out with intentional effect, swooping in on her shyness like he could devour it in one bite as his hands find their seat at her hips and tug her into the step he's already taking towards her. He means it, though, because he's never had someone looking out for him the way she is. Someone that values more than just his safety, and offers that in ways that don't stifle him. He tilts like he's going in for a kiss, but swerves and presses his adoration into her neck with a series of kisses and drag of teeth. "Thank you," he says softer as he slides closer to her ear, fingers tightening against the lace, quietly testing the give. "I love it."
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
