I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
Moving with an exaggerated slowness that a sloth would envy, Kaisel climbs onto the bed. Every shift of his body is carefully placed, sinking his weight with such extreme care that it’s an atomic level of detail that he’s alert to. The moment two molecules bend too close together, he grabs his breath and draws the moment out in a frozen state of clenched hope. He’d control the quiet rush of his heartbeat if he could, but instead listens over it for any signs that he’s disturbed her. This impossible feat of calm and quiet is the hardest test he’s ever faced, but he’s never had one that matters more, and that motivator has turned him into an ace student of stealth.
He considered curling up on the ground beside her just to avoid the risk, but selfishly, that’s not close enough for him. A brief moment of payback also glimmered delightfully in a smile for a moment, where he contemplated divebombing the bed and bouncing her onto the floor with his sheer momentum, weight, and element of surprise. The war crime of attacking her while she sleeps is a trial he has no desire to face, and he need not stoop to such nefarious actions yet. That, and he couldn’t possibly bring himself to so thoroughly shatter such a moment where she is exquisitely at peace.
Watching her from the doorway led to the compulsion to join her. All other thoughts were immediately swept off the table, no possible comparison able to rival the need to hold her. He did have the wherewithal to strip his outer layers of clothing, leaving him in little more than boxers and an undershirt now, which is close enough to pajamas anyway.
With all the caution of disarming a bomb, he eases himself along her side. He waits, chest bearing down on any spare motion, gaze tilted up to her to watch for signs of continued slumber, before he proceeds to pluck up her arm and shimmy underneath. Her ring catches the light anew with the shift, a speckle of light bouncing across the opposite wall. It’s such a precise maneuver that his muscles threaten to seize against the deliberate strain, leaving him to beg Charlie to hold his horses. One breaks free anyway, and Kaisel has stuff a knuckle between his teeth as his toe curls on its own just as he slots into place and slides an arm around her.
He considered curling up on the ground beside her just to avoid the risk, but selfishly, that’s not close enough for him. A brief moment of payback also glimmered delightfully in a smile for a moment, where he contemplated divebombing the bed and bouncing her onto the floor with his sheer momentum, weight, and element of surprise. The war crime of attacking her while she sleeps is a trial he has no desire to face, and he need not stoop to such nefarious actions yet. That, and he couldn’t possibly bring himself to so thoroughly shatter such a moment where she is exquisitely at peace.
Watching her from the doorway led to the compulsion to join her. All other thoughts were immediately swept off the table, no possible comparison able to rival the need to hold her. He did have the wherewithal to strip his outer layers of clothing, leaving him in little more than boxers and an undershirt now, which is close enough to pajamas anyway.
With all the caution of disarming a bomb, he eases himself along her side. He waits, chest bearing down on any spare motion, gaze tilted up to her to watch for signs of continued slumber, before he proceeds to pluck up her arm and shimmy underneath. Her ring catches the light anew with the shift, a speckle of light bouncing across the opposite wall. It’s such a precise maneuver that his muscles threaten to seize against the deliberate strain, leaving him to beg Charlie to hold his horses. One breaks free anyway, and Kaisel has stuff a knuckle between his teeth as his toe curls on its own just as he slots into place and slides an arm around her.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
