Honey wherever you go, I know
He can hear the surge of her approach, but as he turns his head to capture her, he doesn’t realize quite how literal she intends that to be. It’s barely enough time for a breath, but it’s better notice than none as she launches at him. His stride shifts abruptly, not stumbling, but boots scuff against the Celestine’s pathway as his balance accommodates her. The blanket rides up his shoulders in a dramatic reverse-avalanche of folds and fabric, and in his hand, the basket nearly slips free as it sways wildly. ”—Oof!”
The sound of his air knocking from his chest immediately scatters into laughter, ringing out bright and full. His hands drop instinctively to her legs, hooking beneath her knees to secure her there as if she belongs nowhere else, the basket handle pressed between them on one side. He gives a little hop to settle her weight higher, then another just because he can, jostling her on purpose while her kisses scatter across his neck.
”“Hey, hey, hey!” he gasps between laughs, shoulders bunching as he tries, and fails, to barricade against the worst of her assault. He goes on the offensive instead, spinning them in a loose circle that sends the blanket flaring like some scholar gone mad. “You’re weaponizing affection!” he accuses, breathless with a glee that suggests she should never stop doing so.
He jumps once more, an exaggerated bounce meant entirely to shake her thoughts of future attacks. His grip remains firm and steady, having no intention of actually knocking her free even if centrifical force and gravity argue otherwise. Their joy buzzes between them, like an old houselight humming with an incandescent warmth, one that glows in their ribs and pours out every time they laugh or smile.
Settling into something softer than the hostility of adoration, he exhales a quieter laugh and begins walking properly into the Celestine. They pass enclosures, and he strolls with a curious glance towards the twilight-brushed creatures that shift in their habitats, not really here for them today. Though, the ash ferrets spill around one another in such an eager display of noise and motion when they walk past that Kaisel can’t help but be drawn to observe them in full.
“I would never announce how ticklish I am,” he informs her gravely, as if discussing military strategy rather than the way he’d nearly just squealed. “That information is classified. Highly sensitive. National security risk.” His smile is surely audible. “That also means we can’t use all the hundreds of names you’ve collected like they’re fashion.” Nevermind that he’s given her a fair share of them all on his own.
The sound of his air knocking from his chest immediately scatters into laughter, ringing out bright and full. His hands drop instinctively to her legs, hooking beneath her knees to secure her there as if she belongs nowhere else, the basket handle pressed between them on one side. He gives a little hop to settle her weight higher, then another just because he can, jostling her on purpose while her kisses scatter across his neck.
”“Hey, hey, hey!” he gasps between laughs, shoulders bunching as he tries, and fails, to barricade against the worst of her assault. He goes on the offensive instead, spinning them in a loose circle that sends the blanket flaring like some scholar gone mad. “You’re weaponizing affection!” he accuses, breathless with a glee that suggests she should never stop doing so.
He jumps once more, an exaggerated bounce meant entirely to shake her thoughts of future attacks. His grip remains firm and steady, having no intention of actually knocking her free even if centrifical force and gravity argue otherwise. Their joy buzzes between them, like an old houselight humming with an incandescent warmth, one that glows in their ribs and pours out every time they laugh or smile.
Settling into something softer than the hostility of adoration, he exhales a quieter laugh and begins walking properly into the Celestine. They pass enclosures, and he strolls with a curious glance towards the twilight-brushed creatures that shift in their habitats, not really here for them today. Though, the ash ferrets spill around one another in such an eager display of noise and motion when they walk past that Kaisel can’t help but be drawn to observe them in full.
“I would never announce how ticklish I am,” he informs her gravely, as if discussing military strategy rather than the way he’d nearly just squealed. “That information is classified. Highly sensitive. National security risk.” His smile is surely audible. “That also means we can’t use all the hundreds of names you’ve collected like they’re fashion.” Nevermind that he’s given her a fair share of them all on his own.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
