I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
His lips shrug grandly in place of his shoulders, because he isn't saying they're a bad cult. All things considered, they're quite fun, and Dygra clearly knows what she's doing when she's made some of their favorite people. Could be the sex, and the blood, and the always trying to convince them to turn Ancient that really gives off the cult vibes, much less the unwavering devotion to their goddess. His point remains, perhaps more neatly wrapped in the way she says it, but yeah, shit got a little weird over there. "Well, don't worry, fool me once and all that." Maybe not the most applicable line for his experience with Charlie's deceptive games, but he means he'll be casting doubt more often her way going forward.
In a very Charlie-approved transition at least, he lets that topic fade away for the sake of feeling her skin closer to his, more than eager to practice making babies with his wife. The spark that stirs quick and easy is all her doing, fed by even the whisper of a touch, always eager to talk with her, whatever form that might take.
One conversation tips over into another, and as she turns scarlet and melts against him further, he finds a smile breaking into the wariness. It is not often he gets to see her turn red, so self-assured about things, or able to pretend as much. "Flora," he breathes into a laugh, trading her seriousness for humor now. "I don't think you're supposed to say kids come out haunted." He gets her point though, and the mirth dies out with an understanding sigh and a slide deeper into the bed as he hauls her closer up to his shoulder.
"I think, one day, I'd love to make you a mother." He tilts his head into hers, a gentle kiss pressed into her temple. "Even if it is a ghost baby," he murmurs, his lips stretching out against her crown for a moment before he pulls away to better regard her. "Make something better, than all the things that did us wrong." That's always the point, isn't it, to improve something. Maybe he could start with himself a bit more though, if easily getting tricked into a false fatherhood is proof enough, and that he surely can't blame on his parents. "Maybe I should get a dragon first," he muses, since Flora got to practice perfecting Spice all on her own.
In a very Charlie-approved transition at least, he lets that topic fade away for the sake of feeling her skin closer to his, more than eager to practice making babies with his wife. The spark that stirs quick and easy is all her doing, fed by even the whisper of a touch, always eager to talk with her, whatever form that might take.
One conversation tips over into another, and as she turns scarlet and melts against him further, he finds a smile breaking into the wariness. It is not often he gets to see her turn red, so self-assured about things, or able to pretend as much. "Flora," he breathes into a laugh, trading her seriousness for humor now. "I don't think you're supposed to say kids come out haunted." He gets her point though, and the mirth dies out with an understanding sigh and a slide deeper into the bed as he hauls her closer up to his shoulder.
"I think, one day, I'd love to make you a mother." He tilts his head into hers, a gentle kiss pressed into her temple. "Even if it is a ghost baby," he murmurs, his lips stretching out against her crown for a moment before he pulls away to better regard her. "Make something better, than all the things that did us wrong." That's always the point, isn't it, to improve something. Maybe he could start with himself a bit more though, if easily getting tricked into a false fatherhood is proof enough, and that he surely can't blame on his parents. "Maybe I should get a dragon first," he muses, since Flora got to practice perfecting Spice all on her own.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
