I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. No words or air passes, just an apparent fish impersonation as he grapples with this newfound realization. ”I don’t think—” which about sums up most of his problems in life. ”Well, yeah, but—” His hands have slackened off her arms a bit, and now they flop and roll through the air like he could pull the sense from some veil he can’t see but is still desperately trying to reach.
”It’s not like the baby was her idea either. Dygra just kinda, provided. Plus, you know how they all are about her,” his eyes widen slightly, his voice lowering into conspiracy. ”It’s like a cult.” He shakes his head, certain. ”Even if she wanted it one way, I doubt she’d push back on her goddess.” Charlie’s devotion, like most of her, is wild.
The tension melts away in waves, relief lapping up with every fresh breath. There’s sanctity too in the unrelenting grasp of her gaze, security in the adamant curl of her leg against him, too sure to let distance grow even here and now. Rubbing his free hand over his face and through his hair, the faintest laugh dares reappear. ”Funny, I always thought I was more of a daddy.” As if to prove the point, he reaches out to grab at her calf, tugging her further against him as he leans in closer, forgoing the spine of the headboard.
He doesn’t press the intention further, not the least of which is because she seems to quiet in a way that’s full of echoes, drawn in deep enough to thought that there’s room for them. The brush of her finger against the lace of them, pad rolling over his knuckle, feels like the same thing her mind is doing to something gone askew. He reaches back out, his other palm sliding off her leg to fold over her engagement ring. The jut becomes obvious when she speaks again, and he rolls his thumb against the gemstones slowly, tracing each edge.
”I wouldn’t say that. More like, I feel like I just got done being a kid myself.” Not even so long ago he’d still been with his parents. Is still called kid by Koa, which maybe would continue well into the years he’d grey. His tone slips under into something quieter, less certain not because of fear, but because of lack of exploration. This feels unknown, and that requires care. ”I was…terrified, when I thought Charlie’s kid was mine.” He sucks in a quiet breath, pulse rising faintly as he drifts against those moments of panic all over again. ”In part, because it was so, unexpected. Not even an accident, but not even possible, or so I thought. Then, because it wasn’t with you, which I never would want.” Not to hurt her that way, but also because he’d want to take that adventure with her.
”It’s a massive change, and it’s forever. It’s so easy to accidentally do wrong by a kid. So many things when you grow up, you realize you do because of them, for better or worse.”
”It’s not like the baby was her idea either. Dygra just kinda, provided. Plus, you know how they all are about her,” his eyes widen slightly, his voice lowering into conspiracy. ”It’s like a cult.” He shakes his head, certain. ”Even if she wanted it one way, I doubt she’d push back on her goddess.” Charlie’s devotion, like most of her, is wild.
The tension melts away in waves, relief lapping up with every fresh breath. There’s sanctity too in the unrelenting grasp of her gaze, security in the adamant curl of her leg against him, too sure to let distance grow even here and now. Rubbing his free hand over his face and through his hair, the faintest laugh dares reappear. ”Funny, I always thought I was more of a daddy.” As if to prove the point, he reaches out to grab at her calf, tugging her further against him as he leans in closer, forgoing the spine of the headboard.
He doesn’t press the intention further, not the least of which is because she seems to quiet in a way that’s full of echoes, drawn in deep enough to thought that there’s room for them. The brush of her finger against the lace of them, pad rolling over his knuckle, feels like the same thing her mind is doing to something gone askew. He reaches back out, his other palm sliding off her leg to fold over her engagement ring. The jut becomes obvious when she speaks again, and he rolls his thumb against the gemstones slowly, tracing each edge.
”I wouldn’t say that. More like, I feel like I just got done being a kid myself.” Not even so long ago he’d still been with his parents. Is still called kid by Koa, which maybe would continue well into the years he’d grey. His tone slips under into something quieter, less certain not because of fear, but because of lack of exploration. This feels unknown, and that requires care. ”I was…terrified, when I thought Charlie’s kid was mine.” He sucks in a quiet breath, pulse rising faintly as he drifts against those moments of panic all over again. ”In part, because it was so, unexpected. Not even an accident, but not even possible, or so I thought. Then, because it wasn’t with you, which I never would want.” Not to hurt her that way, but also because he’d want to take that adventure with her.
”It’s a massive change, and it’s forever. It’s so easy to accidentally do wrong by a kid. So many things when you grow up, you realize you do because of them, for better or worse.”
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
