When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
There's nothing about this moment that he has to grab to hold onto, or trace to remember the outline of it. This is not something he needs to work to keep, afraid he'd lose some precious part of it to time. This, it has a grip on him. It threatens to overtake him with the force of how it settles inside, building itself into his core like the space between his bones has always been meant for her. The sounds of her laugh, the bright streaks of her smile, the bubbling rush of her breath tangled around this reckless, wild sense of completeness—it all fills him with an inescapable happiness that reorients gravity entirely into the palm of her hands.
Everywhere she touches, it glows. Each fingertip through his hair, every slip of her hand across his cheek, the halo of her legs around his waist. His body sings in response to her contact, tuned in every way to their song, nerves giggling with the same effervescent delight that keeps erupting from their chests every time they lock eyes or try to kiss too long. Her words feel like a physical force pushing into him, each sentence, whether one word or a winding declaration, managing to shove him off his stride like they've grown legs and wind around his feet, trying to trip him up with as much mastery as Spice.
He sways into the bedroom with all the grace of a storm sneaking through an open window, furiously ill-contained and pouring in with the intention of making a mess. The door smacks the wall as he teeters into it, uncaring when his focus is wholly upon the woman shining in his hands. "I had no idea that all this time I was missing pieces of me," he murmurs, soft and shaky around the hum of breath that hasn't managed to settle around the swell in his chest. There's a low, disbelieving laugh that huffs out as he nuzzles closer against her, breathing her in with a lofty sigh just before tipping them both onto the bed with a crash and sprawl of limbs.
"You had them all along," he reveals with a smirk tilting into one side of his cheek, lopsided and boyish beneath a flop of mussed hair. "I finally feel complete, ever since you started loving me. Like I was fine before, thought that was what living felt like, and then with you...it's all a million times better. You're like mageglass for my soul." He tilts into his hand, blue band shimmering against his wrist with the motion. "That sounded way cooler in my head," he groans. "It's true though, however silly it sounds," he admits after a pause, peeking between a spread of his fingers, unwilling to hide from her even when it's ridiculous, maybe especially not then.
Still tangled up with her, something he'd have no other way, he reaches out to brush a stray strand of gold back behind her ear. "I know I said I want to do an actual wedding with everyone later, but I gotta admit, I'm really glad it's just us right now, right here." His gaze drifts up to coast around the room, the place where it had all truly started, where forever and then some is now secured at last. Absently, his hand drifts down her arm, to her side, skimming scars and dips of muscle with an unhesitating familiarity.
Everywhere she touches, it glows. Each fingertip through his hair, every slip of her hand across his cheek, the halo of her legs around his waist. His body sings in response to her contact, tuned in every way to their song, nerves giggling with the same effervescent delight that keeps erupting from their chests every time they lock eyes or try to kiss too long. Her words feel like a physical force pushing into him, each sentence, whether one word or a winding declaration, managing to shove him off his stride like they've grown legs and wind around his feet, trying to trip him up with as much mastery as Spice.
He sways into the bedroom with all the grace of a storm sneaking through an open window, furiously ill-contained and pouring in with the intention of making a mess. The door smacks the wall as he teeters into it, uncaring when his focus is wholly upon the woman shining in his hands. "I had no idea that all this time I was missing pieces of me," he murmurs, soft and shaky around the hum of breath that hasn't managed to settle around the swell in his chest. There's a low, disbelieving laugh that huffs out as he nuzzles closer against her, breathing her in with a lofty sigh just before tipping them both onto the bed with a crash and sprawl of limbs.
"You had them all along," he reveals with a smirk tilting into one side of his cheek, lopsided and boyish beneath a flop of mussed hair. "I finally feel complete, ever since you started loving me. Like I was fine before, thought that was what living felt like, and then with you...it's all a million times better. You're like mageglass for my soul." He tilts into his hand, blue band shimmering against his wrist with the motion. "That sounded way cooler in my head," he groans. "It's true though, however silly it sounds," he admits after a pause, peeking between a spread of his fingers, unwilling to hide from her even when it's ridiculous, maybe especially not then.
Still tangled up with her, something he'd have no other way, he reaches out to brush a stray strand of gold back behind her ear. "I know I said I want to do an actual wedding with everyone later, but I gotta admit, I'm really glad it's just us right now, right here." His gaze drifts up to coast around the room, the place where it had all truly started, where forever and then some is now secured at last. Absently, his hand drifts down her arm, to her side, skimming scars and dips of muscle with an unhesitating familiarity.
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
