// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Iskra has spent a great deal of time wandering the pathways of his own thoughts, tramping back and forth over feelings until he felt them less strangers inside him but well known, voiced even as if each exists as its own strand of being within him. For all his uncertainties over so many other things, and all his timid potentials put forth instead of bravery in other scenarios of his life, this is one is sure of like none other—how he feels for her. Little by little, he’s believing in how she feels too, only wavering once in a while when each other’s doubts trip over the other.
The road feels smooth in moments like this though, when she brightens towards the future, their future, proving she’s looking forward to it as much as he is. His smile cracks cleaner, warmth and amusement twining together in the upturned shape. ”Two birds in one Celestine, I like it,” he hums, offering a wink to her genius. It’s certainly worth going and finding out, and oh no, worst case they also have to visit some autumn forest.
Her laugh, at first, feels startling. Not cruel, not sharp, but not expected either. If he hesitates because of it, then it barely lasts before the return fold of her hand reveals it to be little more than nerves hiccuping past the difficulty of navigating labels and intentions. Her assurance, so unwavering as honeyed eyes adhere to him, forces a dry swallow in his throat. In this moment, he can’t remember how he’d ever been unsure, not when her conviction is so strong, pulling forth the past offering as if proof it was laid down not with haste, but perpetuity.
Her blush blooms as brilliantly as the upcoming turn of the leaves, and it, along with everything she’s just given, eases out his breath and softens the sharp demand of his gaze, begging her to believe. ”Then we’re absolutely dating,” he assures, features slanting into humor at how weak the word sounds, and yet how strong he feels saying it. Trading hearts feels like it deserves a stronger word, heartfriend instead of girlfriend, or maybe a heartner rather than partner. He’ll workshop it.
She rises onto her toes to find him, and he leans in to meet her, claiming the brush of her lips with insistence. His hand slides to the back of her head, firm as he holds her there, anchoring flame to heart. His mouth is warm when it takes hers, literally as a low, steady heat of ability answers instinct before thought. He draws her in fully, erasing the last bit of space between them, deepening the kiss into something meant to steal breath and balance alike. Somewhere behind them, a paper streamer gives a faint, protesting spark. The flame catches small and sudden, curling along its edge in a bright lick of orange before guttering out just as quickly, magic flaring in answer to what he refuses to hold back.
When they part, it’s measured rather than abrupt, certain in ways they had not been before. He lingers close enough that their exhales still mingle before easing back as she makes her offer. His mouth curves into a wide, unrestrained grin, gaze glittering with contentment and excitement.
“Dangerous? I’d expect nothing less.” Let it come.
[FIN]
The road feels smooth in moments like this though, when she brightens towards the future, their future, proving she’s looking forward to it as much as he is. His smile cracks cleaner, warmth and amusement twining together in the upturned shape. ”Two birds in one Celestine, I like it,” he hums, offering a wink to her genius. It’s certainly worth going and finding out, and oh no, worst case they also have to visit some autumn forest.
Her laugh, at first, feels startling. Not cruel, not sharp, but not expected either. If he hesitates because of it, then it barely lasts before the return fold of her hand reveals it to be little more than nerves hiccuping past the difficulty of navigating labels and intentions. Her assurance, so unwavering as honeyed eyes adhere to him, forces a dry swallow in his throat. In this moment, he can’t remember how he’d ever been unsure, not when her conviction is so strong, pulling forth the past offering as if proof it was laid down not with haste, but perpetuity.
Her blush blooms as brilliantly as the upcoming turn of the leaves, and it, along with everything she’s just given, eases out his breath and softens the sharp demand of his gaze, begging her to believe. ”Then we’re absolutely dating,” he assures, features slanting into humor at how weak the word sounds, and yet how strong he feels saying it. Trading hearts feels like it deserves a stronger word, heartfriend instead of girlfriend, or maybe a heartner rather than partner. He’ll workshop it.
She rises onto her toes to find him, and he leans in to meet her, claiming the brush of her lips with insistence. His hand slides to the back of her head, firm as he holds her there, anchoring flame to heart. His mouth is warm when it takes hers, literally as a low, steady heat of ability answers instinct before thought. He draws her in fully, erasing the last bit of space between them, deepening the kiss into something meant to steal breath and balance alike. Somewhere behind them, a paper streamer gives a faint, protesting spark. The flame catches small and sudden, curling along its edge in a bright lick of orange before guttering out just as quickly, magic flaring in answer to what he refuses to hold back.
When they part, it’s measured rather than abrupt, certain in ways they had not been before. He lingers close enough that their exhales still mingle before easing back as she makes her offer. His mouth curves into a wide, unrestrained grin, gaze glittering with contentment and excitement.
“Dangerous? I’d expect nothing less.” Let it come.
[FIN]
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
