you hate the crash, but you love the rush
Flora hums thoughtfully into Kaisel's hair as he turns the question over, the sound soft and pleased in the back of her throat while her breath drifts deliberately down the back of his neck in a slow, ticklish exhale meant entirely to sabotage whatever serious planning he’s attempting. When he speaks about matching the way this feels, her arms tighten around his shoulders and her legs hug closer at his waist, drawing herself more snugly against him as she leans her chin onto his shoulder with a sigh that spills out warm and adoring.
Even with words written in the stars themselves, it still feels impossible to capture the shape of what lives in her chest. The thought of it sends butterflies ricocheting wildly through her stomach, the same ridiculous flutter she’d felt the moment he’d first proposed even though they’re already married now, even though this whole celestial announcement is technically unnecessary. The idea of their promise blazing across the sky anyway has her smiling so wide it almost aches, as though the joy might burst out of her ribs if it doesn’t find somewhere else to go.
"What abouuutttt..." she begins slowly, drawing the word out while she tilts her head beside his, considering it with theatrical seriousness before brightening. "Flora, will you marry me? —Kaisel," she suggests, clearly pleased with herself, the grin audible in her voice. "And then I can reply after with, A THOUSAND TIMES YES."
Even with words written in the stars themselves, it still feels impossible to capture the shape of what lives in her chest. The thought of it sends butterflies ricocheting wildly through her stomach, the same ridiculous flutter she’d felt the moment he’d first proposed even though they’re already married now, even though this whole celestial announcement is technically unnecessary. The idea of their promise blazing across the sky anyway has her smiling so wide it almost aches, as though the joy might burst out of her ribs if it doesn’t find somewhere else to go.
"What abouuutttt..." she begins slowly, drawing the word out while she tilts her head beside his, considering it with theatrical seriousness before brightening. "Flora, will you marry me? —Kaisel," she suggests, clearly pleased with herself, the grin audible in her voice. "And then I can reply after with, A THOUSAND TIMES YES."
