I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
The disruption of everything in their room has drowned out the reminder of the party, leaving nothing but moonlight and her laughter for the time being. He breathes it in like it's as necessary as air, grateful that for this moment, at least, her tears have dried and fears have been buried beneath something as hopeful as their future. Not to erase the worry she's carrying, but to put it to bed, much better than they'd done for themselves, until morning at least, when they could work around the true weight of Hotaru's disappearance.
A smile flutters into place as she rejoins him in the same moment her tugs her in. He grabs one of her legs beneath his, and reaches over with an arm to secure her against his side, tangling up with intention. Her sigh eases past, echoing the peace he feels whenever they've come together, especially whenever he's let doubt worm in somehow.
Everything pauses behind his words, and he stills too, his gaze the only thing that dares move. It finds her through the dark, stares connecting, wonder colliding like colors destined to mix into something new. A faint laugh shakes free from him now, because not, he does not believe it. His quip fizzles out on his tongue when she explains, the admission sparking something much more moving.
The arm that's beneath her curls up, fingertips brushing away her curls from her face with slow strokes. "I'd give you a hairtie right now," he whispers after a beat. This moment isn't meant to be one of the loud ones, even if the force of his love for her feels utterly deafening now, a wave that keeps breaking over him with relentless force. It's meant to stay hushed into just the world between these sheets, just theirs. "You deserve so much more than that, though. Even if that's all you need, I want to give you what you want. A moment that will be special, no matter how often you look back on it after all the years later." He shifts his head more, trying to keep hold of her, fingers humming against her skin, tracing out the shape of his affection.
A smile flutters into place as she rejoins him in the same moment her tugs her in. He grabs one of her legs beneath his, and reaches over with an arm to secure her against his side, tangling up with intention. Her sigh eases past, echoing the peace he feels whenever they've come together, especially whenever he's let doubt worm in somehow.
Everything pauses behind his words, and he stills too, his gaze the only thing that dares move. It finds her through the dark, stares connecting, wonder colliding like colors destined to mix into something new. A faint laugh shakes free from him now, because not, he does not believe it. His quip fizzles out on his tongue when she explains, the admission sparking something much more moving.
The arm that's beneath her curls up, fingertips brushing away her curls from her face with slow strokes. "I'd give you a hairtie right now," he whispers after a beat. This moment isn't meant to be one of the loud ones, even if the force of his love for her feels utterly deafening now, a wave that keeps breaking over him with relentless force. It's meant to stay hushed into just the world between these sheets, just theirs. "You deserve so much more than that, though. Even if that's all you need, I want to give you what you want. A moment that will be special, no matter how often you look back on it after all the years later." He shifts his head more, trying to keep hold of her, fingers humming against her skin, tracing out the shape of his affection.
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
