I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
She'll find no disagreement or rationality from him, least of all today, certainly not when it comes to keeping her close. "I don't want you even an eyelash's length away," he informs her gravely, and very pointedly stares back at her with the stern intensity of someone reaching with all their might with their eyes. He gives up when their irises don't immediately hold hands and tilts his head into the first part of her that's close, blinking intentionally against her skin before trading lashes for lips and peppering kisses there instead. In case it wasn't clear, he missed her too.
He would be content to stay like this, lazing away the morning into the evening with nothing but her company, but if he's still swaddled in some dreamscape here, her question means to pull him out of that too. He stills for a moment, taut beneath her touch, then sighs it away with a lightness that requires effort. She doesn't know the gravity of what she's just asked. All things considered, he has much better news to tell her than he originally though, but it's still a minefield of disruption and he wants to feel like all his limbs are intact a little bit longer.
"Oh, fine," he begins, a shrug in his tone like there's nothing really noteworthy about the whole excursion. "I saw Danta while I was there. He and Astaroth are out camping in Hak Etme this season." His fingers tighten slightly against her side where his arm maintains its brace, the motion more like thoughtfully plucking a string instrument than tracing the vanishing peace of her warmth. "Dygra improved the weapon like I asked. I brought Charlie along, since she'd been the one to convince me of the quest." All very normal, casual, non-life altering things. He could probably end it there, not an outright lie, but he already feels the protest kicking back in his chest, a weight that's lodged itself despite all attempts to keep it at bay. He never wants to keep things from her, but gods, it's nice to just ignore the heaviness once in a while.
"I thought I got Charlie pregnant, but turns out I didn't."
He would be content to stay like this, lazing away the morning into the evening with nothing but her company, but if he's still swaddled in some dreamscape here, her question means to pull him out of that too. He stills for a moment, taut beneath her touch, then sighs it away with a lightness that requires effort. She doesn't know the gravity of what she's just asked. All things considered, he has much better news to tell her than he originally though, but it's still a minefield of disruption and he wants to feel like all his limbs are intact a little bit longer.
"Oh, fine," he begins, a shrug in his tone like there's nothing really noteworthy about the whole excursion. "I saw Danta while I was there. He and Astaroth are out camping in Hak Etme this season." His fingers tighten slightly against her side where his arm maintains its brace, the motion more like thoughtfully plucking a string instrument than tracing the vanishing peace of her warmth. "Dygra improved the weapon like I asked. I brought Charlie along, since she'd been the one to convince me of the quest." All very normal, casual, non-life altering things. He could probably end it there, not an outright lie, but he already feels the protest kicking back in his chest, a weight that's lodged itself despite all attempts to keep it at bay. He never wants to keep things from her, but gods, it's nice to just ignore the heaviness once in a while.
"I thought I got Charlie pregnant, but turns out I didn't."
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
