There's magic in the air, but darling, this ain't make believe
The upside-down kiss catches him in the middle of a breath, which he doesn’t finish. Every part of their surroundings always gets put on pause the moment they connect, and this time is no different. The whole world seems to tilt with him, leaving her lips as the only steadying force left. Even crooked by the angle, even half tangled in laughter, the contact lands with that same familiar, electric certainty.
Her laughter trembles through the kiss, slipping into him like music, his favorite song on tireless repeat. He feels a warmth spread wildly in response. A bright rush of joy that’s become so natural with her that he’s certain it could replace his dependency on air. Surely he needs nothing more than her smile against his mouth and the ridiculous angle of them both collapsing into one another.
The camera whirs, the mechanical hum breaking through the muted collision between them like a tiny trumpet fanfare, and one of Kaisel’s eyes pops open. From where the camera is still clutched in his hand above them, the photo slides free, drifting down in a lazy crash on top of their faces. ”That’s gotta be a good one,” he grins into the corner of her cheek, pulling away to grab the glossy little square. On the blanket, several more have gathered from his shots prior, and he’s effectively made it rain. Normally money is required, but he’s never felt richer than now.
He sets the camera down and flaps the photo into view, slouching against her with a long, contented sigh. ”Is that really what I look like when I kiss you?” he wonders with a crinkle to his nose, lips puckering this way and that as if he could train a better look into them with enough practice. ”I’m even luckier than I ever realized.” Safe to say he’d not kiss himself.
He reaches out to begin assembling a cracker sandwich, generously layering on the cheese and meat. He squishes it down, pressing in just until the cracker ends feel like they might give. ”So, next phase of planning is the wedding, y’know.” He lifts his creation up and up, seeming to offer it up to her, to feed her by hand even with exaggerated generosity. ”Koa will be my best man, I assume Soh your Maid of Honor?” He holds it there for exactly half a second, then lightning quick diverts it back to his mouth and shoves it in triumphantly.
Her laughter trembles through the kiss, slipping into him like music, his favorite song on tireless repeat. He feels a warmth spread wildly in response. A bright rush of joy that’s become so natural with her that he’s certain it could replace his dependency on air. Surely he needs nothing more than her smile against his mouth and the ridiculous angle of them both collapsing into one another.
The camera whirs, the mechanical hum breaking through the muted collision between them like a tiny trumpet fanfare, and one of Kaisel’s eyes pops open. From where the camera is still clutched in his hand above them, the photo slides free, drifting down in a lazy crash on top of their faces. ”That’s gotta be a good one,” he grins into the corner of her cheek, pulling away to grab the glossy little square. On the blanket, several more have gathered from his shots prior, and he’s effectively made it rain. Normally money is required, but he’s never felt richer than now.
He sets the camera down and flaps the photo into view, slouching against her with a long, contented sigh. ”Is that really what I look like when I kiss you?” he wonders with a crinkle to his nose, lips puckering this way and that as if he could train a better look into them with enough practice. ”I’m even luckier than I ever realized.” Safe to say he’d not kiss himself.
He reaches out to begin assembling a cracker sandwich, generously layering on the cheese and meat. He squishes it down, pressing in just until the cracker ends feel like they might give. ”So, next phase of planning is the wedding, y’know.” He lifts his creation up and up, seeming to offer it up to her, to feed her by hand even with exaggerated generosity. ”Koa will be my best man, I assume Soh your Maid of Honor?” He holds it there for exactly half a second, then lightning quick diverts it back to his mouth and shoves it in triumphantly.
Kaisel
The happy ending starts with you and me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
