There's magic in the air, but darling, this ain't make believe
The snort that escapes her is a prize if ever he’s earned one. There could truly be no purer sound of complete submission to joy than a snort. His grin stretches wider, though he wisely says nothing about it, only stealing a quick sideways glance at her, eyes sparkling with mischief before he pretends to focus on the photograph again. “Oh I spent plenty of time in front of a mirror,” he assures her. His arm curls upward at once, flexing with dramatic seriousness as he presents a bicep for inspection. “Practicing these.” Much more important than kissing air, in his opinion.
The display doesn't last long, before he commits cracker betrayal and earns its well-deserved consequences. The moment her hands land at his sides, Kaisel tries to squirm away, writhing away from her arms like a slinky desperately making a break for it down a flight of stairs. Unfortunately the blanket is already in a disheveled state and thwarts some progress, and Flora has the tactical advantage (as usual - he really ought to time things better), which means his escape attempt devolves immediately into helpless wriggling beneath her assault. A laugh bursts out of him in a panicked rush, sending a puff of cracker crumbs spraying into the air as he desperately tries to chew, breathe, and survive all at once.
He tries to twist away again, batting at her hands like a kung-foo master, or maybe apprentice for all the help it's doing. When she threatens the future state of his limbs, he glances up at her with wide eyes and waggles his eyebrows dramatically, clearly not opposed to that particular arrangement. Not in the fun way she adds on, and he lets out an indignant scoff that sends another unfortunate burst of cracker dust escaping.
By the time she confiscates the crackers entirely, he’s managed to swallow the offending bite without choking, though it takes a few quick gulps of air to recover his well being. While she assembles her own suspiciously cheese-heavy creation, he leans over to fish a small bottle of juice from the basket and gulps away some lingering challenges in his throat. “Babygirl,” he says around a crooked grin, tone shamelessly sincere despite the joke he clearly knows is coming, “I’d crawl down the aisle to you if that’s what it took.”
Her masterpiece earns a raised brow and he wordlessly offers the juice over toward her, figuring she may require liquid assistance to endure the cheesening. Brushing some cracker residue off his shirt with a flick of his hand, the humor softens from his expression as he considers her question more seriously. “I think it’s a fitting place, for a lot of reasons. Or the Amphitheatre.” Flopping back against her, one arm draped against her waist like she is a lounge and not a person, he considers the merits of the locale.
“The Fields is where I finally found the bravery to love you out loud, seems like a good place to declare it to all again. And the Amphitheatre's where we already made our vows once, it’d be nice to do them again with everyone and some dry eyes this time.” A soft breath of laughter escapes him at that, already suspecting that might be an unrealistic goal. “Though I guess that might be wishful thinking. I’d settle for tears that come from being happy. Plus it has built in seating.” His fingers idly drum against her side. “Both places are beautiful. Nice destinations for someone to visit. Keeps anyone not on the guest list from wandering in too.” All those reasons also make it difficult for guests to attend though, which hopefully wouldn't be reason enough for someone not to show, but could be.
Then he shrugs lightly. “But, there are a lot of nice places in Caido. Maybe somewhere closer to home if you wanted. Torchline… the Greatwood…” His voice trails off mid-thought, because further down the Celestine, something catches his eye. He goes still for a moment, head tilting as he stares. Gently, he nudges her with his elbow into her chest and points towards the far end of what they can see. “Hey… look.” Standing quietly in its distant enclosure, a qilin watches them in return, appearing otherworldly in a way few creatures do, given the uncommon sighting.
The display doesn't last long, before he commits cracker betrayal and earns its well-deserved consequences. The moment her hands land at his sides, Kaisel tries to squirm away, writhing away from her arms like a slinky desperately making a break for it down a flight of stairs. Unfortunately the blanket is already in a disheveled state and thwarts some progress, and Flora has the tactical advantage (as usual - he really ought to time things better), which means his escape attempt devolves immediately into helpless wriggling beneath her assault. A laugh bursts out of him in a panicked rush, sending a puff of cracker crumbs spraying into the air as he desperately tries to chew, breathe, and survive all at once.
He tries to twist away again, batting at her hands like a kung-foo master, or maybe apprentice for all the help it's doing. When she threatens the future state of his limbs, he glances up at her with wide eyes and waggles his eyebrows dramatically, clearly not opposed to that particular arrangement. Not in the fun way she adds on, and he lets out an indignant scoff that sends another unfortunate burst of cracker dust escaping.
By the time she confiscates the crackers entirely, he’s managed to swallow the offending bite without choking, though it takes a few quick gulps of air to recover his well being. While she assembles her own suspiciously cheese-heavy creation, he leans over to fish a small bottle of juice from the basket and gulps away some lingering challenges in his throat. “Babygirl,” he says around a crooked grin, tone shamelessly sincere despite the joke he clearly knows is coming, “I’d crawl down the aisle to you if that’s what it took.”
Her masterpiece earns a raised brow and he wordlessly offers the juice over toward her, figuring she may require liquid assistance to endure the cheesening. Brushing some cracker residue off his shirt with a flick of his hand, the humor softens from his expression as he considers her question more seriously. “I think it’s a fitting place, for a lot of reasons. Or the Amphitheatre.” Flopping back against her, one arm draped against her waist like she is a lounge and not a person, he considers the merits of the locale.
“The Fields is where I finally found the bravery to love you out loud, seems like a good place to declare it to all again. And the Amphitheatre's where we already made our vows once, it’d be nice to do them again with everyone and some dry eyes this time.” A soft breath of laughter escapes him at that, already suspecting that might be an unrealistic goal. “Though I guess that might be wishful thinking. I’d settle for tears that come from being happy. Plus it has built in seating.” His fingers idly drum against her side. “Both places are beautiful. Nice destinations for someone to visit. Keeps anyone not on the guest list from wandering in too.” All those reasons also make it difficult for guests to attend though, which hopefully wouldn't be reason enough for someone not to show, but could be.
Then he shrugs lightly. “But, there are a lot of nice places in Caido. Maybe somewhere closer to home if you wanted. Torchline… the Greatwood…” His voice trails off mid-thought, because further down the Celestine, something catches his eye. He goes still for a moment, head tilting as he stares. Gently, he nudges her with his elbow into her chest and points towards the far end of what they can see. “Hey… look.” Standing quietly in its distant enclosure, a qilin watches them in return, appearing otherworldly in a way few creatures do, given the uncommon sighting.
Kaisel
The happy ending starts with you and me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
