// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Her laughter isn’t rich with warmth, but more like a thing still shaking free the last of her tension. His arm mirrors her, draping around her waist like her latest belt. ”I mean it,” he punctuates his words with a squeeze into her side, careless of her balance when they’ve got each other to lean on, even if it’s in drunkenesque spirals across the deck. ”What you did was brave.” She would not be able to convince him otherwise, especially once she explains she withheld going Kraken on his ass.
Her braid sails with a lightness that he envies as they settle at the wheel. The flower hangs on tight, petals shuddering in the breeze, and he leans in to press a fierce kiss to her temple as she shifts the Sugartide into a direction that isn’t here. No use lingering now.
He’s about to ask for all the deets when she rouses her voice. It’s low, wading through a memory that might be fresh but still manages to sting. ”What a little bitch,” Kaisel grumbles of Jack, meeting her gaze after a fluttering eyeroll. It’s no surprise that Jack would find a way to bury the bar of decency. ”Ugh, I really wish you would have,” he laments with a long and luxurious sigh, gaze distant as he clearly imagines the mayhem unfurling. ”Bet he could still catch him,” Kaisel suggests, absolutely shameless.
The little grin that mischief has curled out on his cheek thins immediately with what she says next. ”What stupid clauses?” She rolls it away like it’s nothing, and he’d like to believe it is, but the little dark star on his finger would suggest otherwise.
Her braid sails with a lightness that he envies as they settle at the wheel. The flower hangs on tight, petals shuddering in the breeze, and he leans in to press a fierce kiss to her temple as she shifts the Sugartide into a direction that isn’t here. No use lingering now.
He’s about to ask for all the deets when she rouses her voice. It’s low, wading through a memory that might be fresh but still manages to sting. ”What a little bitch,” Kaisel grumbles of Jack, meeting her gaze after a fluttering eyeroll. It’s no surprise that Jack would find a way to bury the bar of decency. ”Ugh, I really wish you would have,” he laments with a long and luxurious sigh, gaze distant as he clearly imagines the mayhem unfurling. ”Bet he could still catch him,” Kaisel suggests, absolutely shameless.
The little grin that mischief has curled out on his cheek thins immediately with what she says next. ”What stupid clauses?” She rolls it away like it’s nothing, and he’d like to believe it is, but the little dark star on his finger would suggest otherwise.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
