Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Admittedly, Kaisel doesn’t have a lot of experience with this. Not in trying new things, not like this anyway, or in knowing how to try with someone. Before her, the extent of his relationships were measured in weeks, not even months, but then he’d never loved someone else the way he did her. It just means now he can do little better than fumble through, only knowing how he feels, and how much she matters to him.
When her smile spreads with the same slow steadiness of dawn, he feels it warm through him just as gradually. At least here, at least in this, he’s done it right. The impulse to scoff and tell her he’d loved it had been there, rising quick and easy to his tongue. Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. A reassurance shaped for her comfort more than accuracy. With all the ways he adores her though, he refuses to offer her something polished at the expense of something real. Not because of her truth ring, but because she deserves the honesty, even if it’s messy. He knows she can hold it. She is resilient in ways people underestimate, clever and capable and far stronger than she ever gives herself credit for. He might want to shield her from the hardships of the world, but she has never asked to be wrapped in cotton (silk, usually, or lace). She is his partner, and she stands beside him, balancing on the edge together. He respects her too much to pretend she can’t shoulder the weight of truth, or to assume that her way through something wouldn’t be better than what he might manage alone.
Maybe he’s turning something tender into something tactical, a playground into a battlefield, but the small moments stack up. The people closest to you are the only ones who can truly undo you, not because they mean to, but because they’re allowed close enough to try. Here, with nothing between them but breath and skin and vulnerability, trust is all they have left to wear.
The roll of her hips flushes his smile out in full, and a short laugh coaxes free at her offer. ”I want to try everything with you, Flora,” he asserts, emboldened by her confession that this is safe, at long last. “I want to live fully, with you. I want to explore everything the world has to offer, between sheets and couch cushions, up to the clouds.” His smile presses in lopsided, aware he’s being dramatic now, even if he means it.
“I want to share every part of it with the person I love more than anything. We’ll find the best things, and probably the worst too, but I want to know it all. I want to know it with you.” A low breath escapes him as his thumb rolls across her skin, gaze tracing the way her face looks in this moment. “The world never felt the way it does when I’m with you. You make me want to reach further than I ever thought I could. Into places I wouldn’t have dared alone.” Everything he thought he knew about life, seems dull in comparison to what he’s experienced with her, and it makes him want to explore it all over again, to discover every part of it from tip to bottom. That’s what he promises with her, and if starts with his hands around her neck, then that’s as good a place as any.
When her smile spreads with the same slow steadiness of dawn, he feels it warm through him just as gradually. At least here, at least in this, he’s done it right. The impulse to scoff and tell her he’d loved it had been there, rising quick and easy to his tongue. Not quite a lie, but not quite the truth either. A reassurance shaped for her comfort more than accuracy. With all the ways he adores her though, he refuses to offer her something polished at the expense of something real. Not because of her truth ring, but because she deserves the honesty, even if it’s messy. He knows she can hold it. She is resilient in ways people underestimate, clever and capable and far stronger than she ever gives herself credit for. He might want to shield her from the hardships of the world, but she has never asked to be wrapped in cotton (silk, usually, or lace). She is his partner, and she stands beside him, balancing on the edge together. He respects her too much to pretend she can’t shoulder the weight of truth, or to assume that her way through something wouldn’t be better than what he might manage alone.
Maybe he’s turning something tender into something tactical, a playground into a battlefield, but the small moments stack up. The people closest to you are the only ones who can truly undo you, not because they mean to, but because they’re allowed close enough to try. Here, with nothing between them but breath and skin and vulnerability, trust is all they have left to wear.
The roll of her hips flushes his smile out in full, and a short laugh coaxes free at her offer. ”I want to try everything with you, Flora,” he asserts, emboldened by her confession that this is safe, at long last. “I want to live fully, with you. I want to explore everything the world has to offer, between sheets and couch cushions, up to the clouds.” His smile presses in lopsided, aware he’s being dramatic now, even if he means it.
“I want to share every part of it with the person I love more than anything. We’ll find the best things, and probably the worst too, but I want to know it all. I want to know it with you.” A low breath escapes him as his thumb rolls across her skin, gaze tracing the way her face looks in this moment. “The world never felt the way it does when I’m with you. You make me want to reach further than I ever thought I could. Into places I wouldn’t have dared alone.” Everything he thought he knew about life, seems dull in comparison to what he’s experienced with her, and it makes him want to explore it all over again, to discover every part of it from tip to bottom. That’s what he promises with her, and if starts with his hands around her neck, then that’s as good a place as any.
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
