When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
Her refusal isn't something he balks at. This secret belongs to her far more than him, but now that he's got a grip on it too, he doesn't mean to bury it inside him. He doesn't want to hold on to any part of Jack if he can help it, the name alone something that already festers inside him, so affording the shitstain any amount of protection, especially now after knowing so much more history to it all, it's revolting. Still, he's not married to the noticeboard idea (just to her), he's just thinking aloud.
He nods once, slow and deliberate, the edge of his mouth tightening in grim agreement. “Later,” he agrees quietly, thumb brushing once at her knuckles as if to seal the understanding there. Jack can wait, and he means that. The man has already taken enough time from them, enough happiness. He'd rather give the Captain none further if only he could, if only it were that simple. The fury sits like a stone, but it doesn't burn for attention, not when everything inside him has lifted to much greater heights than her spoopy ex.
Her laughter is so breathless and bright, it knocks against him like the first call of morning, light streaking in over the hush of sleep and pulling him from dreams into a reality far better, because he's always waking up perfectly tangled beside her. The sight of the ring on her hand steals what laughter he has left, chest stuttering as joy rises so fast it’s almost disorienting. He feels light-headed with it, the kind of happiness that makes the world worth it.
Her smile flutters like a pulse against his lips, tugging forth helpless, breathless laughter that curls around them. When she pushes his hair back, fingers cool and sure against his skin, he leans into her touch without thinking. Her reminder that here, not the Draig, but the Sugartide, being where they shared their first kiss clutches at his heart. He hadn't even considered that, but it feels like the perfect collision of the different parts of their love. "I think we should get married here," he murmurs, a boyish shape creeping into his expression, unguarded and wild. "At the top of the world, where we have always found each other, I'm not sure there's a better place. And I could shout it down for the rest of Caido to hear. The wind might gobble it up, but it'll be whispered a little bit on every breeze, how much I love you, so that everyone will know that, even if they don't know the full truth."
They slot together with ease, sinking fully to the floor, lost in touch and a bliss so immense it threatens to tip into unbearable, his chest humming at an extreme. Breath shudders at the confession of all her joy, the admission striking him with a quiet, overwhelming force that doubles around his own, because "ditto." His grin threatens to consume them both for a moment, but the insistence of the kiss melts it away, leaving him little but a puddle of happy goo folding around her.
He presses his forehead to hers, breath still uneven, and brings her hand up between them, rolling a slow kiss over her knuckles and lingering deliberately at the ring finger as if committing it to memory. "I don't have the wedding rings ready," he murmurs, a quiet laugh trembling free. "Since I didn't think I was even proposing today." His thumb traces the side of her hand, unable to keep from touching her wherever he can right now. "But I think we should make them something that means we can always get to each other, like your compass." He pulls back just enough to see her fully, eyes glimmering with a relentless affection.
"Until then, because we're keeping this between us…what if we wore hairties on our wrists?" The idea feels small and perfect, because it'd be theirs. "We'd know what they mean, but that way we can do this outloud later, for everyone, and the way you deserve." Because as happy as he is with only this, weddings are as much for friends and family as they are for the bride and groom.
He nods once, slow and deliberate, the edge of his mouth tightening in grim agreement. “Later,” he agrees quietly, thumb brushing once at her knuckles as if to seal the understanding there. Jack can wait, and he means that. The man has already taken enough time from them, enough happiness. He'd rather give the Captain none further if only he could, if only it were that simple. The fury sits like a stone, but it doesn't burn for attention, not when everything inside him has lifted to much greater heights than her spoopy ex.
Her laughter is so breathless and bright, it knocks against him like the first call of morning, light streaking in over the hush of sleep and pulling him from dreams into a reality far better, because he's always waking up perfectly tangled beside her. The sight of the ring on her hand steals what laughter he has left, chest stuttering as joy rises so fast it’s almost disorienting. He feels light-headed with it, the kind of happiness that makes the world worth it.
Her smile flutters like a pulse against his lips, tugging forth helpless, breathless laughter that curls around them. When she pushes his hair back, fingers cool and sure against his skin, he leans into her touch without thinking. Her reminder that here, not the Draig, but the Sugartide, being where they shared their first kiss clutches at his heart. He hadn't even considered that, but it feels like the perfect collision of the different parts of their love. "I think we should get married here," he murmurs, a boyish shape creeping into his expression, unguarded and wild. "At the top of the world, where we have always found each other, I'm not sure there's a better place. And I could shout it down for the rest of Caido to hear. The wind might gobble it up, but it'll be whispered a little bit on every breeze, how much I love you, so that everyone will know that, even if they don't know the full truth."
They slot together with ease, sinking fully to the floor, lost in touch and a bliss so immense it threatens to tip into unbearable, his chest humming at an extreme. Breath shudders at the confession of all her joy, the admission striking him with a quiet, overwhelming force that doubles around his own, because "ditto." His grin threatens to consume them both for a moment, but the insistence of the kiss melts it away, leaving him little but a puddle of happy goo folding around her.
He presses his forehead to hers, breath still uneven, and brings her hand up between them, rolling a slow kiss over her knuckles and lingering deliberately at the ring finger as if committing it to memory. "I don't have the wedding rings ready," he murmurs, a quiet laugh trembling free. "Since I didn't think I was even proposing today." His thumb traces the side of her hand, unable to keep from touching her wherever he can right now. "But I think we should make them something that means we can always get to each other, like your compass." He pulls back just enough to see her fully, eyes glimmering with a relentless affection.
"Until then, because we're keeping this between us…what if we wore hairties on our wrists?" The idea feels small and perfect, because it'd be theirs. "We'd know what they mean, but that way we can do this outloud later, for everyone, and the way you deserve." Because as happy as he is with only this, weddings are as much for friends and family as they are for the bride and groom.
Kaisel
If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
