Honey wherever you go, I know
Their voices collide in perfect timing. A THOUSAND TIMES YES! The echo of it races through him, swelling warm and bright inside his chest like a kite finally catching the wind and lifting off. For a moment, Kaisel feels like his feet might not be on the ground still, too full of her, of this—of the impossible, ridiculous joy of loving someone who meets him step for step in every way. Adoration rises sharp and dizzying behind his ribs, pressing against his lungs until it almost feels like laughing and breathing are the same thing.
The sudden tug that follows shortly thereafter reminds him that gravity, in fact, still has a hold on him, whatever his delusions about it might be. He barely has time to bugle a startled yell before he’s sinking with her, the basket slipping from his grasp finally and tumbling onto the lawn. The lid flips open on impact, surrendering some of its contents in cheerful defeat.
Kaisel lands amid the grass with a breathless sound that dissolves into laughter immediately. ”Flor—!” The protest never truly forms, not when she’s already kissing him. His arms come up instinctively, sweeping around her back to pull her close as the kiss presses bright and bubbly against his mouth. There’s nothing urgent or wild about this one; it’s the kind that spills out when happiness grows too big, and giggling isn’t enough to release the excess fizz.
When they finally flop apart, he lets out a long, satisfied sigh, chest still rising and falling with the remnants of laughter, smile spreading against the echo of her taste. He sits up partway to flap the blanket out, not just an impressively large scarf around his neck. Wrestling it into place, which includes shoving it beneath her with pointed hands and the sharp thrusts of a focused breadmaker, he gets it laid out and settles beside her.
Squinting up at the starlit canopy, he narrows one eye with exaggerated concentration and lifts a finger toward the sky. Slowly, very seriously, he begins tracing invisible letters against the stars, as though the message might appear if he concentrates hard enough. “Bet she would,” he says easily, voice warm with the lingering glow of the moment. His finger moves through another imaginary word before he turns his head to look at her. “Each of us writes our part on a piece of paper, then hand it over when we turn in the quest.”
The sudden tug that follows shortly thereafter reminds him that gravity, in fact, still has a hold on him, whatever his delusions about it might be. He barely has time to bugle a startled yell before he’s sinking with her, the basket slipping from his grasp finally and tumbling onto the lawn. The lid flips open on impact, surrendering some of its contents in cheerful defeat.
Kaisel lands amid the grass with a breathless sound that dissolves into laughter immediately. ”Flor—!” The protest never truly forms, not when she’s already kissing him. His arms come up instinctively, sweeping around her back to pull her close as the kiss presses bright and bubbly against his mouth. There’s nothing urgent or wild about this one; it’s the kind that spills out when happiness grows too big, and giggling isn’t enough to release the excess fizz.
When they finally flop apart, he lets out a long, satisfied sigh, chest still rising and falling with the remnants of laughter, smile spreading against the echo of her taste. He sits up partway to flap the blanket out, not just an impressively large scarf around his neck. Wrestling it into place, which includes shoving it beneath her with pointed hands and the sharp thrusts of a focused breadmaker, he gets it laid out and settles beside her.
Squinting up at the starlit canopy, he narrows one eye with exaggerated concentration and lifts a finger toward the sky. Slowly, very seriously, he begins tracing invisible letters against the stars, as though the message might appear if he concentrates hard enough. “Bet she would,” he says easily, voice warm with the lingering glow of the moment. His finger moves through another imaginary word before he turns his head to look at her. “Each of us writes our part on a piece of paper, then hand it over when we turn in the quest.”
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
