There's magic in the air, but darling, this ain't make believe
As Kaisel lowers the camera, he just catches the tail end of the qilin slipping away with his own eye. Light bends strangely around it, its form slipping back into the shadow like it had never quite belonged to the world in the first place. For a heartbeat, it feels uncertain, as if he blinked, it might’ve never been there at all. Might’ve, if not for the camera that hums softly, the photo beginning to feed out.
He feels the brush of Flora squiggling into place beside him, and slowly he turns his head to look at her, that awe still lingering in his expression. It’s quickly chased over by a grin that breaks wide and boyish, bright with victory. Sprawled out like some wildlife photographer who’s just captured the shot of a lifetime and is sure to be featured on Nat Geo’s cover of the year, he flops the developing square toward her.
He leans in closer, shoulders bumping as he peers down at it too. Maybe a little less award-winning than infamous, much like Nessie’s famed shot, but still something. “Not even close to as good as the real thing,” he says, though there’s no disappointment in it, only that lingering, giddy disbelief that it happened at all.His gaze flicks from the photo to her. “But, at least we know it’s real.” Not that everything worth believing needs to be held or seen, but there’s always that desire to do so.
His star-studded band on his wrist sparkles as he tilts the camera in his hand again, angling it back toward them without much ceremony. The stars of the Celestine halo faintly above them as he snaps another selfie of the two of them. He presses a quick, stolen kiss to her arm. “Think we can arrange for a couple of those to be released after we say ‘I do’?” he asks, glancing at her with a cheeky grin. Of all the lofty ideas he’s tossed her way, he’s well aware that one’s the most absurd.
He feels the brush of Flora squiggling into place beside him, and slowly he turns his head to look at her, that awe still lingering in his expression. It’s quickly chased over by a grin that breaks wide and boyish, bright with victory. Sprawled out like some wildlife photographer who’s just captured the shot of a lifetime and is sure to be featured on Nat Geo’s cover of the year, he flops the developing square toward her.
He leans in closer, shoulders bumping as he peers down at it too. Maybe a little less award-winning than infamous, much like Nessie’s famed shot, but still something. “Not even close to as good as the real thing,” he says, though there’s no disappointment in it, only that lingering, giddy disbelief that it happened at all.His gaze flicks from the photo to her. “But, at least we know it’s real.” Not that everything worth believing needs to be held or seen, but there’s always that desire to do so.
His star-studded band on his wrist sparkles as he tilts the camera in his hand again, angling it back toward them without much ceremony. The stars of the Celestine halo faintly above them as he snaps another selfie of the two of them. He presses a quick, stolen kiss to her arm. “Think we can arrange for a couple of those to be released after we say ‘I do’?” he asks, glancing at her with a cheeky grin. Of all the lofty ideas he’s tossed her way, he’s well aware that one’s the most absurd.
Kaisel
The happy ending starts with you and me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
