I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
”Yeah,” he reassures swiftly around a smile that lingers long and bright. ”But you don’t say that!” A rare sight indeed for their roles to be reversed, him having more tact than her for once. Or maybe he’s just already learned this lesosn the hard way. ”Definitely never say it to the mother.” Surely she’d know that much, but he’s giving her the sage advice, just in case.
Her apparent disgust feeds him in a way he can’t get enough of. Suddenly, cryptids thriving off fear makes complete sense. ”Oh, sorry, do you prefer to be made a mommy?” Starved for seconds, thirds even, his grin sharpens into a smirk, one side pulling up higher with the dare of it. It’s a glorious snack of happiness, seasoned with just the right amount of absurd and topped with his favorite flavor of tease. ”Perhaps, mama, mm?”
He settles beneath her as she shifts, and he lets the joke fade into the breath that pulls in as his eyes drink her in. Somehow, the steady calm of the morning has spilled back in, nothing more than a ripple fading behind a disturbance, leaving her as stunningly untouched as moments before. Better, even, now that the stone has been thrown. ”How do you keep stealing my breath?” he demands softly, a hand reaching up to her, fingers slipping into the curtain of her hair as his palm slides along her cheek. ”I swear, you’re more stunning every time I see you.” Eventually she might embody the true shape of an angel and he’d lose his vision entirely for how brightly she shines, but for now he squint through it.
A laugh curls free under her acute inspection. ”I would never bring anything into this house without asking the lady that runs it,” he reassures her, and if that’s not clear, he absolutely means Spice. Although, features draw in, a deeper consideration settling. ”Maybe I don’t need one,” he murmurs, because his life feels full and whole in a way he never dreamed possible before. It feels, almost greedy to consider more, and he’s certainly not bored. Just seems maybe caring for something besides rocks and a plant before thinking of a kid seems smart, but maybe there’s other options. ”I’m sure I’ll get plenty of practice anyway, what with the twins, and Charlie’s baby.” Might not be his, but he can’t help but feel a little attached to the chaotic bump now.
Her apparent disgust feeds him in a way he can’t get enough of. Suddenly, cryptids thriving off fear makes complete sense. ”Oh, sorry, do you prefer to be made a mommy?” Starved for seconds, thirds even, his grin sharpens into a smirk, one side pulling up higher with the dare of it. It’s a glorious snack of happiness, seasoned with just the right amount of absurd and topped with his favorite flavor of tease. ”Perhaps, mama, mm?”
He settles beneath her as she shifts, and he lets the joke fade into the breath that pulls in as his eyes drink her in. Somehow, the steady calm of the morning has spilled back in, nothing more than a ripple fading behind a disturbance, leaving her as stunningly untouched as moments before. Better, even, now that the stone has been thrown. ”How do you keep stealing my breath?” he demands softly, a hand reaching up to her, fingers slipping into the curtain of her hair as his palm slides along her cheek. ”I swear, you’re more stunning every time I see you.” Eventually she might embody the true shape of an angel and he’d lose his vision entirely for how brightly she shines, but for now he squint through it.
A laugh curls free under her acute inspection. ”I would never bring anything into this house without asking the lady that runs it,” he reassures her, and if that’s not clear, he absolutely means Spice. Although, features draw in, a deeper consideration settling. ”Maybe I don’t need one,” he murmurs, because his life feels full and whole in a way he never dreamed possible before. It feels, almost greedy to consider more, and he’s certainly not bored. Just seems maybe caring for something besides rocks and a plant before thinking of a kid seems smart, but maybe there’s other options. ”I’m sure I’ll get plenty of practice anyway, what with the twins, and Charlie’s baby.” Might not be his, but he can’t help but feel a little attached to the chaotic bump now.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
