When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
He relinquishes his hand to her without hesitation, the shield of his fingers stolen to her lips and their reassurance. The petal-soft touch lingers around the bloom of her words, both thoroughly quelling the blush that races to overtake him. It's the sight of the orange band glittering against her wrist that really stills him, pulling taut everything that he's made of. The frozen moment doesn't last long before his breath gives with an audible unsealing and his smile breaks loose into something rampant and consuming. He shakes with a laugh at the moment—at himself for saying it, at her for embracing it, at them and this absurd feeling of repeatedly being swept away by adoration so immense that silly, ridiculous words like that ring with more meaning than he can rightfully hold.
For all the laughter and motion that brought them here, the way she settles against him now feels like the world easing into its proper shape. He reaches to grasp her leg as it hooks higher, palm sliding up and curling into place along her skin as he holds her closer still. Her hands flatten against his heartbeat, and gods, it's like it rises up to meet her there, pulse kicking in tireless marvel that they've built this. From burnt bridges and sheets draped over hulls, amid salt-stained laughter and moonlit kisses, they've created a sanctuary for each other.
The ache in her voice when she says married grows his smile, because ditto. The way it cracks only to brighten, like the splits have let through more of the shine instead of ruined it, resonates through him. Gods, he is nearly certain he's too mortal to possess something as tremendous as his love for her, but it seems the trick is to keep pouring it into her, even as he floats among the flood she delivers in return, each of them spilling and drowning in the most wonderful way.
He nods, hair fluffing up in erratic fashion as he brushes against her with the subtle motion, too close to do anything but repeatedly collide, and he'd have it no other way. "I do know," he asserts, nearly crosseyed in an effort to stay close but still find her eyes. "It's something more than words, or a feeling. It's something we did. It's you with me now, always." He abandons his perch on her leg to reach for her orange-banded hand, fingers curling in and pressing his blue one to it with a smile that's grown soft and boyish on the edges. "It's a reminder now, every time I see it, or feel it. Of this moment, of you, of everything that you are." It's a welcome weight, this tangible symbol of their devotion. The necklace that protects him, the bag she improved for him, the keychain that she made for him, and hundreds of other small things she does and gives and says, they all are testament to her love each and every day. This newest addition does not erase those things, but it connects them all, weaving them against his skin with the permanence of their forever.
His brows lift in expectation as she leads with I know it sounds stupid, only to then say the most genius thing. His expression wrinkles in, perplexed, and absolutely playing it up with a brief stint of confused composure before happiness rushes in again and forces out a smile. "That is the least stupid thing I've ever heard. I would love to do nothing more than lie here and be married to you. In fact, I think you're in luck, I think we're already doing it." His eyes flutter shut for a moment, content to slip under the feel of her hands for a time as they drift over breath and joy.
"You know," he starts after a minute, one eye peeking open back at her, fingers flexing tighter around her hand. "It's kinda crazy how, out of everyone that exists, and all the space between the regions, we still found each other. Everything had to go right, even when it seemed like it went bad, in order for us to be right here, now." He has never really believed in soul mates, or fate, but in such a wide and complex world, where so many never get to experience even half of this, he's aware of just how lucky they are. "The hot honey to my ketchup," he grins, "in the crazy condiment shelf of life."
For all the laughter and motion that brought them here, the way she settles against him now feels like the world easing into its proper shape. He reaches to grasp her leg as it hooks higher, palm sliding up and curling into place along her skin as he holds her closer still. Her hands flatten against his heartbeat, and gods, it's like it rises up to meet her there, pulse kicking in tireless marvel that they've built this. From burnt bridges and sheets draped over hulls, amid salt-stained laughter and moonlit kisses, they've created a sanctuary for each other.
The ache in her voice when she says married grows his smile, because ditto. The way it cracks only to brighten, like the splits have let through more of the shine instead of ruined it, resonates through him. Gods, he is nearly certain he's too mortal to possess something as tremendous as his love for her, but it seems the trick is to keep pouring it into her, even as he floats among the flood she delivers in return, each of them spilling and drowning in the most wonderful way.
He nods, hair fluffing up in erratic fashion as he brushes against her with the subtle motion, too close to do anything but repeatedly collide, and he'd have it no other way. "I do know," he asserts, nearly crosseyed in an effort to stay close but still find her eyes. "It's something more than words, or a feeling. It's something we did. It's you with me now, always." He abandons his perch on her leg to reach for her orange-banded hand, fingers curling in and pressing his blue one to it with a smile that's grown soft and boyish on the edges. "It's a reminder now, every time I see it, or feel it. Of this moment, of you, of everything that you are." It's a welcome weight, this tangible symbol of their devotion. The necklace that protects him, the bag she improved for him, the keychain that she made for him, and hundreds of other small things she does and gives and says, they all are testament to her love each and every day. This newest addition does not erase those things, but it connects them all, weaving them against his skin with the permanence of their forever.
His brows lift in expectation as she leads with I know it sounds stupid, only to then say the most genius thing. His expression wrinkles in, perplexed, and absolutely playing it up with a brief stint of confused composure before happiness rushes in again and forces out a smile. "That is the least stupid thing I've ever heard. I would love to do nothing more than lie here and be married to you. In fact, I think you're in luck, I think we're already doing it." His eyes flutter shut for a moment, content to slip under the feel of her hands for a time as they drift over breath and joy.
"You know," he starts after a minute, one eye peeking open back at her, fingers flexing tighter around her hand. "It's kinda crazy how, out of everyone that exists, and all the space between the regions, we still found each other. Everything had to go right, even when it seemed like it went bad, in order for us to be right here, now." He has never really believed in soul mates, or fate, but in such a wide and complex world, where so many never get to experience even half of this, he's aware of just how lucky they are. "The hot honey to my ketchup," he grins, "in the crazy condiment shelf of life."
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
