I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
His mouth curves sharper into disbelief and fondness with every word she lets loose. He should've known better than to threaten her with hypotheticals, like feeding a Mogwai after midnight, all it does is entice her mischief into a new shape, one that rises to the challenge. He's glad for it though, because each terrible scenario is dashed through so thoroughly that he couldn't stay worried even if he tried. It's enough to almost convince him to roll out of bed and get that hairtie afterall, almost. He might've, if he didn't already have a ring being made.
Each ridiculous twist she offers settles warm in his chest, coaxing forth reassurance so effectively that he begins to shake with quiet laughter by the end. It still vibrates just beneath him as he tries to still for her kiss, the effort almost unbearable so that by the time she slips away his lips ache up into his cheeks and an audible chuckle spills over the sheets with the soft resignation of defeat. "I dunno how you do it," he murmurs, shifting faintly with her as she slides into his side with a comfortable ease. "How you make every worry I've ever had feel like something wonderful instead." If she had never become queen, she'd certainly be the head of a top PR firm, able to spin a square as cleanly as a top.
The stunned surprise of her commitment to any proposal hums away on breath as he finally settles with the knowledge. His grip tightens faintly against her, a small bid to the world that he never means to let her go. "Okay," he agrees, "how about a compromise. I won't stress about it being perfect, but I'm getting you something a helluva lot better than a hairtie." He might need to plan his dinner date with the dads sooner than later too, because much as she doesn't seem to mind what the proposal is, he still cares that it'll be approved by people that still matter to her.
Tilting into the kiss she provides with a warm return, he murmurs into the space that follows with an unshakable certainty, "I love you, Flora." There really is nothing more to say beyond that, which is what she means about hairties and paper rings. The affection cradles them as surely as the sheets and moonlight, words falling apart into even breaths that begin to slow. The sound of the party continues on, a white noise machine at this point that keeps a smile on his lips when he finally drifts off to sleep with Flora, hopeful that the next day they awake to will be blessedly free of stray pubes and provide clarity on lost mothers.
[FIN]
Each ridiculous twist she offers settles warm in his chest, coaxing forth reassurance so effectively that he begins to shake with quiet laughter by the end. It still vibrates just beneath him as he tries to still for her kiss, the effort almost unbearable so that by the time she slips away his lips ache up into his cheeks and an audible chuckle spills over the sheets with the soft resignation of defeat. "I dunno how you do it," he murmurs, shifting faintly with her as she slides into his side with a comfortable ease. "How you make every worry I've ever had feel like something wonderful instead." If she had never become queen, she'd certainly be the head of a top PR firm, able to spin a square as cleanly as a top.
The stunned surprise of her commitment to any proposal hums away on breath as he finally settles with the knowledge. His grip tightens faintly against her, a small bid to the world that he never means to let her go. "Okay," he agrees, "how about a compromise. I won't stress about it being perfect, but I'm getting you something a helluva lot better than a hairtie." He might need to plan his dinner date with the dads sooner than later too, because much as she doesn't seem to mind what the proposal is, he still cares that it'll be approved by people that still matter to her.
Tilting into the kiss she provides with a warm return, he murmurs into the space that follows with an unshakable certainty, "I love you, Flora." There really is nothing more to say beyond that, which is what she means about hairties and paper rings. The affection cradles them as surely as the sheets and moonlight, words falling apart into even breaths that begin to slow. The sound of the party continues on, a white noise machine at this point that keeps a smile on his lips when he finally drifts off to sleep with Flora, hopeful that the next day they awake to will be blessedly free of stray pubes and provide clarity on lost mothers.
[FIN]
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
