No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
The sudden shelf of her hand against his cheek sends him briefly onto his tiptoes, stiff with surprise, before immediately melting into the wicked curl of her fingers and settling back down into the cup of her palm. "Oh, I see," he grins over at her. "Now I understand the appeal. Kinky cowboys," he drags out slyly, flashing the shopkeep a wink. Stepping away from the styling space, it's with a bit of fresh swagger to his step that he falls into stride with Flora. In a drip or drown world, he has no intention of breathing water.
Threading into Flora's arms is as natural as any other force in the world now, it's own chapter of physics. The energy around them battles with the heat of the day, but even with the kiss of sweat promising to leave its version of hickies across him, he finds a bounce to his stride that isn't just from his new threads. It has quite a lot to do with the woman beside him, accentuated with the occasional glint of the hairties on their wrists and the air that's been cleared and settled. It's a beautiful day, the event promises a show, and damn, he's in a good mood.
Unable to beat back the grin from his face, he lets it lead him as much as she does, especially when it's clearly the drink stall they're steering to. "Oh, are we getting fucked up today?" he wonders, and though it's a question, it really isn't. Snorting at once and shaking his head at her offer, he holds up a finger between them, curt and stiff. "Absolutely no way I'm putting more clothes on you today. I could take a bite out of you, you look so good," he scoffs, letting his gaze sweep up and down her in unabashed admiration before leaning in to get two vodka shots.
Passing one over to her and holding up the other, he then winds his arm around hers before them, shot glasses gleaming at the ready. "To hot days and hotter looks," and yes, he's including himself in that now. Constrained by the twist of his arm against hers he has to lean in and duck down to tip the shot into his open mouth.
Threading into Flora's arms is as natural as any other force in the world now, it's own chapter of physics. The energy around them battles with the heat of the day, but even with the kiss of sweat promising to leave its version of hickies across him, he finds a bounce to his stride that isn't just from his new threads. It has quite a lot to do with the woman beside him, accentuated with the occasional glint of the hairties on their wrists and the air that's been cleared and settled. It's a beautiful day, the event promises a show, and damn, he's in a good mood.
Unable to beat back the grin from his face, he lets it lead him as much as she does, especially when it's clearly the drink stall they're steering to. "Oh, are we getting fucked up today?" he wonders, and though it's a question, it really isn't. Snorting at once and shaking his head at her offer, he holds up a finger between them, curt and stiff. "Absolutely no way I'm putting more clothes on you today. I could take a bite out of you, you look so good," he scoffs, letting his gaze sweep up and down her in unabashed admiration before leaning in to get two vodka shots.
Passing one over to her and holding up the other, he then winds his arm around hers before them, shot glasses gleaming at the ready. "To hot days and hotter looks," and yes, he's including himself in that now. Constrained by the twist of his arm against hers he has to lean in and duck down to tip the shot into his open mouth.
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
