There's magic in the air, but darling, this ain't make believe
Too often pulled down from the heights he's climbed to, it's still a new feeling to be told, why stop there? He's always wondered where the ceiling of the sky is. Stormbreak felt like getting close, or at least showed there's a sense of towering above, enough to warrant glancing up and scaling even further. Skyships take it into the clouds, but has everyone ever just kept sailing, to find where the sun sleeps, or the stars are born?
It pulls his expression into something eager, like she's just pointed out a door he'd never noticed before. This is what forever and then some looks like, and the feeling of it threatens to overcome him so fully he struggles on his next inhale, no room left for air with the surge of adoration that fills him to the brim. "The wind," he repeats, slower now, the words catching just slightly as his throat works around the swell. It comes out rougher than intended, dangerously close to a Rupert grade croak. He's never even considered an idea like that, but it feels—right. Boundless, lifting, carried by feeling.
He goes still for just a second, letting it settle, and then it breaks out of him all at once. "YOU'RE A GENIUS!" It bursts from him full-bodied, his chest, his voice, even his limbs lifting with the force of it as he turns halfway over her. One arm braces near her head as he leans in, breathless laughter spilling out of him before he presses a fierce, unrestrained kiss to her lips. “I’m so in love with you,” he mumbles against her, the words half-lost between kisses, like if he doesn’t say it now it might burn a hole straight through him. He lingers just a second longer, just enough to fully take her in, before he finally lets himself fall back beside her again.
A long sigh escapes him as he melts back into place, fitting there like it has always been this easy to melt back into happiness, to know the shape of someone. He takes the camera back with a lazy tilt of his wrist, a patch of sky already in mind. He holds the camera up to the stars and clicks, flapping the print out. He passes it over for inspection, noting with the tap of his fingers the key points of the stars. "Who do you see in that?" he wonders, grinning around the edge. Barely pausing to let her guess, he spills the answer like it's killing him otherwise. "Spice!" It could be any dragon, but clearly this one is assembled in her honor. "Spiceous Majorus," he decrees formally.
His grin lingers as she looks over the photo, satisfaction bright and easy across his face. That doesn't fade, if anything, it deepens. That same feeling is still there, churning just beneath the surface, too big to sit still inside him for long. It presses outward, restless and warm and insistent, until it starts to spill into motion before he can quite decide what to do with it. “I see another one,” he quips, but he no longer means the photo, or the twilight. His hand comes up instead, brushing hers aside as he knocks the photo from between them, careless in the way it flutters down into the grass. The camera follows with a soft thump, forgotten entirely in favor of claiming her.
He turns into her fully this time, arm sliding around her waist as he pulls her closer in one smooth, instinctive motion. "We'd make a great constellation." The last of the laughter softens into something quieter and warmer as he leans in and kisses her again. Not quick this time, but lingering, trying to pour everything he’s feeling into the space between them instead of letting it just trickle over. His hand finds her jaw, thumb brushing along the curve of it before settling there, holding her gently but with no real intention of letting her go anytime soon. The stars hang somewhere above them, forgotten. There's no need to look up to feel like he’s found something endless.
[FIN]
It pulls his expression into something eager, like she's just pointed out a door he'd never noticed before. This is what forever and then some looks like, and the feeling of it threatens to overcome him so fully he struggles on his next inhale, no room left for air with the surge of adoration that fills him to the brim. "The wind," he repeats, slower now, the words catching just slightly as his throat works around the swell. It comes out rougher than intended, dangerously close to a Rupert grade croak. He's never even considered an idea like that, but it feels—right. Boundless, lifting, carried by feeling.
He goes still for just a second, letting it settle, and then it breaks out of him all at once. "YOU'RE A GENIUS!" It bursts from him full-bodied, his chest, his voice, even his limbs lifting with the force of it as he turns halfway over her. One arm braces near her head as he leans in, breathless laughter spilling out of him before he presses a fierce, unrestrained kiss to her lips. “I’m so in love with you,” he mumbles against her, the words half-lost between kisses, like if he doesn’t say it now it might burn a hole straight through him. He lingers just a second longer, just enough to fully take her in, before he finally lets himself fall back beside her again.
A long sigh escapes him as he melts back into place, fitting there like it has always been this easy to melt back into happiness, to know the shape of someone. He takes the camera back with a lazy tilt of his wrist, a patch of sky already in mind. He holds the camera up to the stars and clicks, flapping the print out. He passes it over for inspection, noting with the tap of his fingers the key points of the stars. "Who do you see in that?" he wonders, grinning around the edge. Barely pausing to let her guess, he spills the answer like it's killing him otherwise. "Spice!" It could be any dragon, but clearly this one is assembled in her honor. "Spiceous Majorus," he decrees formally.
His grin lingers as she looks over the photo, satisfaction bright and easy across his face. That doesn't fade, if anything, it deepens. That same feeling is still there, churning just beneath the surface, too big to sit still inside him for long. It presses outward, restless and warm and insistent, until it starts to spill into motion before he can quite decide what to do with it. “I see another one,” he quips, but he no longer means the photo, or the twilight. His hand comes up instead, brushing hers aside as he knocks the photo from between them, careless in the way it flutters down into the grass. The camera follows with a soft thump, forgotten entirely in favor of claiming her.
He turns into her fully this time, arm sliding around her waist as he pulls her closer in one smooth, instinctive motion. "We'd make a great constellation." The last of the laughter softens into something quieter and warmer as he leans in and kisses her again. Not quick this time, but lingering, trying to pour everything he’s feeling into the space between them instead of letting it just trickle over. His hand finds her jaw, thumb brushing along the curve of it before settling there, holding her gently but with no real intention of letting her go anytime soon. The stars hang somewhere above them, forgotten. There's no need to look up to feel like he’s found something endless.
[FIN]
Kaisel
The happy ending starts with you and me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
