There's magic in the air, but darling, this ain't make believe
He follows suit not longer after her, lazily rolling onto his back at her side, part of him turning up and across her with the motion before he wriggles himself straight. Every part of his one side that can, fits in neatly next to her, looking like the end stages of a being undergoing a split. His arm threads easily with hers, fingers hooking without thought as his head tilts just enough that their hair tangles together in the in-between space. His breathing slows, evening out as he stares up at the scattered stars overhead.
Beside him, she works to find a solution for his silly suggestion, and a quiet chuckle slips out under his breath. Of course she would try to. "Well," he starts, voice wandering with a drawn out, lazy quality that always happens when imagination starts to spill in. Staring up at stars is always going to inspire a little bit of dreaming. "If we’re talking about shifts, maybe instead of walking you down the aisle, Remi and Ronin fly you in." A grin tugs at his mouth as the image builds. "Half air show, half wedding." He huffs a quiet laugh, imagining her dress billowing out behind her like a statement, then they'd drop her off gentle and angelic before him.
"Or maybe that’s when we kiss," he amends, improving upon his own idea in real time. "They lift us up and—" His voice trails as both hands come up now, the one lower where it stays inhibited by her arm, but both sketching out a grand scene in gestures that loosely mimic explosions by the end. His hands still and fall back down slowly. "Or maybe we stick to the basics," he considers after a beat more. A time and a place for going big, and it need not be with them vaulting above everyone like a Vegas show.
At her request, he glances over, "hm?" Without pause he reaches with his empty arm in the area beside himself, passing the camera over. As she positions it, he squints up, trying to find the point in the sky that's caught her. It's pretty, he admits, but he can't seem to see what she does, not until she holds up the emerging image. He half reaches for it too, gaze tracking along with her finger as she traces the shape.
A laugh bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, his head tipping sideways as he buries it against her shoulder. "Uugh, don’t honor him with something like that!" he complains, the damn thief already getting more rights than is owed him as a codeword. He squints back at the photo again, unimpressed. "Starius Rupertus," he repeats, a smile breaking in despite himself, and he shakes his head as if offended by the seat of it. "C'mon, there's gotta be something better up there," and if it sounds a little pleading, he can't really help it.
Beside him, she works to find a solution for his silly suggestion, and a quiet chuckle slips out under his breath. Of course she would try to. "Well," he starts, voice wandering with a drawn out, lazy quality that always happens when imagination starts to spill in. Staring up at stars is always going to inspire a little bit of dreaming. "If we’re talking about shifts, maybe instead of walking you down the aisle, Remi and Ronin fly you in." A grin tugs at his mouth as the image builds. "Half air show, half wedding." He huffs a quiet laugh, imagining her dress billowing out behind her like a statement, then they'd drop her off gentle and angelic before him.
"Or maybe that’s when we kiss," he amends, improving upon his own idea in real time. "They lift us up and—" His voice trails as both hands come up now, the one lower where it stays inhibited by her arm, but both sketching out a grand scene in gestures that loosely mimic explosions by the end. His hands still and fall back down slowly. "Or maybe we stick to the basics," he considers after a beat more. A time and a place for going big, and it need not be with them vaulting above everyone like a Vegas show.
At her request, he glances over, "hm?" Without pause he reaches with his empty arm in the area beside himself, passing the camera over. As she positions it, he squints up, trying to find the point in the sky that's caught her. It's pretty, he admits, but he can't seem to see what she does, not until she holds up the emerging image. He half reaches for it too, gaze tracking along with her finger as she traces the shape.
A laugh bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained, his head tipping sideways as he buries it against her shoulder. "Uugh, don’t honor him with something like that!" he complains, the damn thief already getting more rights than is owed him as a codeword. He squints back at the photo again, unimpressed. "Starius Rupertus," he repeats, a smile breaking in despite himself, and he shakes his head as if offended by the seat of it. "C'mon, there's gotta be something better up there," and if it sounds a little pleading, he can't really help it.
Kaisel
The happy ending starts with you and me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
