Honey wherever you go, I know
Her breath at his ear, dipped low in warning, does something immediate and electric to him. His grip tightens instinctively, fingers pressing more firmly beneath her knees as lightning courses sharp and commanding down his spine. His head turns, faint but deliberate, angling to better cup the liquid pour of her threat. For half a heartbeat, there is only the sound of her voice and the weight of her wrapped around him—possessive, daring, promising consequences.
He doesn’t answer her with words, only motion. The bounces and twists he drags her through carry a little bit of a challenge to them, testing limits to consider how far he might manage to move them. Her squeal earns a flash of triumph and he laughs, the sound just as carbonated with glee as before. Settling like a fresh mount, he hikes her higher against him again, hands firm and certain where they hold her, a quiet reminder of exactly how secure she is, and how easily he can bear her weight. He'd carry her anywhere.
The way she throws herself into happiness will forever be one of his favorite things about her. She meets absurdity with the same seriousness she gives politics, weighing a starlight declaration of his weakness as if she were holding court. She takes on burdens that are not hers, shouldering responsibility like an exercise regimen, but just as fiercely she reaches for joy. She accepts smallness, but strives for the excess of glitter right alongside him, giving everything her all as if she has never been broken apart into pieces that could be portioned out. It makes his grin hurt where it pushes up into his cheeks, and it's all he can do to turn his head enough to catch sight of her, affection overflowing like enough escape could turn it tangible.
"I wouldn't consider anything obvious if it's not written down," he huffs, amused at her sense of good will towards the general intelligence and perception of people. "Is it a proposal, or an announcement?" he clarifies, or perhaps a hybrid of the two if her answer is written in. "Definitely needs to be more exciting than, Flora and Kaisel are engaged." Too stiff, even if it is framed with stars. "Same as, Kaisel asked Flora to marry him - she said yes." Long, but not saying near enough. The starlight might be the media, but the words are still what has to do the work. "Something that matches the way this feels." Which has always proven difficult for them when trying to limit to a small wordcount. "Happily Ever After - The Flora and Kaisel Engagement Story? Or maybe, he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious? Shit, too long.
BOO NO RARES
He doesn’t answer her with words, only motion. The bounces and twists he drags her through carry a little bit of a challenge to them, testing limits to consider how far he might manage to move them. Her squeal earns a flash of triumph and he laughs, the sound just as carbonated with glee as before. Settling like a fresh mount, he hikes her higher against him again, hands firm and certain where they hold her, a quiet reminder of exactly how secure she is, and how easily he can bear her weight. He'd carry her anywhere.
The way she throws herself into happiness will forever be one of his favorite things about her. She meets absurdity with the same seriousness she gives politics, weighing a starlight declaration of his weakness as if she were holding court. She takes on burdens that are not hers, shouldering responsibility like an exercise regimen, but just as fiercely she reaches for joy. She accepts smallness, but strives for the excess of glitter right alongside him, giving everything her all as if she has never been broken apart into pieces that could be portioned out. It makes his grin hurt where it pushes up into his cheeks, and it's all he can do to turn his head enough to catch sight of her, affection overflowing like enough escape could turn it tangible.
"I wouldn't consider anything obvious if it's not written down," he huffs, amused at her sense of good will towards the general intelligence and perception of people. "Is it a proposal, or an announcement?" he clarifies, or perhaps a hybrid of the two if her answer is written in. "Definitely needs to be more exciting than, Flora and Kaisel are engaged." Too stiff, even if it is framed with stars. "Same as, Kaisel asked Flora to marry him - she said yes." Long, but not saying near enough. The starlight might be the media, but the words are still what has to do the work. "Something that matches the way this feels." Which has always proven difficult for them when trying to limit to a small wordcount. "Happily Ever After - The Flora and Kaisel Engagement Story? Or maybe, he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious? Shit, too long.
BOO NO RARES
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
