Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
What she says is no easy thing to listen to, and Kaisel’s teeth grit together with a force that aches beyond his jaw. ”You suggesting we wait and see if he’s the one who’ll destroy something first?” His voice comes out low and quiet, scraped off his tongue with the brittle flakes of fear clinging to it. Waiting to be struck, to lose her, it doesn’t sit well with him when acting first and fast is his usual preference. ”Are you—” he swallows, tongue suddenly feeling too thick. ”Are you sure you would…come back?” He exhales shaky, grip tightening to hold her closer still, like his arms could be enough to keep her here always. He knows they aren’t, though, and that’s the worst of it.
”Are you only counting on Ronin, or do you have a revifify feather too?” He searches for her gaze like it could resteady him, like her shrug in the face of death she always takes is really that easy. ”Jack’s punishment wouldn’t be worth trading lives back and forth.” Which is much a reminder for him, too. Blowing this up wouldn’t be worth putting her in the blast radius.
His sigh is haggard, worn out from imagining a future that’s empty of her instead of full with every thing they could do and all the things he hasn’t even had time to dream up yet. He closes his eyes, letting just the feel of her against him be all that he knows for a time. One eye pops back open at the question of a delay though, the other sliding apart slowly after. ”What?” comes the low strain of disbelief. Not doubt, not that she doesn’t want it. Ultimately, they’re already married, so what’s waiting, really? It’s more… ”I can’t believe this fucker is going to make us wait to celebrate each other.”
Because she’s right, they should wait. She offers it, like it’s a choice, but he’s not so selfish as to take the wrong one. ”I’ll do more to make more money, too. I’m sure I could be doing more labor on the side.” Whatever to ensure this doesn’t remain wedged between them too long, this Jack-sized hole.
”Are you only counting on Ronin, or do you have a revifify feather too?” He searches for her gaze like it could resteady him, like her shrug in the face of death she always takes is really that easy. ”Jack’s punishment wouldn’t be worth trading lives back and forth.” Which is much a reminder for him, too. Blowing this up wouldn’t be worth putting her in the blast radius.
His sigh is haggard, worn out from imagining a future that’s empty of her instead of full with every thing they could do and all the things he hasn’t even had time to dream up yet. He closes his eyes, letting just the feel of her against him be all that he knows for a time. One eye pops back open at the question of a delay though, the other sliding apart slowly after. ”What?” comes the low strain of disbelief. Not doubt, not that she doesn’t want it. Ultimately, they’re already married, so what’s waiting, really? It’s more… ”I can’t believe this fucker is going to make us wait to celebrate each other.”
Because she’s right, they should wait. She offers it, like it’s a choice, but he’s not so selfish as to take the wrong one. ”I’ll do more to make more money, too. I’m sure I could be doing more labor on the side.” Whatever to ensure this doesn’t remain wedged between them too long, this Jack-sized hole.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
