When the reaper comes knocking at my door, we'll be going twelve rounds
Another gummy worm stretches out from the clamp of his teeth, but instead of tearing in anything close to symmetry, he seems to decapitate it (where even is the worm’s head?), only the tiny bit behind his teeth granted while all the rest flops away in his hand. He frowns down at it, then promptly throws the headless body into his mouth too, the tearing in half more game than necessity to eat them. ”I dunno, maybe he was.” Kaisel shrugs, clearly not looking into it half as deep as she is. ”I mean, you’re not. Your left boob is bigger than your right.” He waves a jerky stick at her, hopping from one flavor to the next with a ridiculous ease. ”But maybe he was. Except for his eyes.”
The way she rearranges slightly to fit in better around him, with him, is so practiced at this point that it doesn’t feel like anything but exactly right. Expected in a way he doesn’t think about, known in a way he can’t place, as if settling in for sleep and she is the cover he needs to draw up, regardless of temperature. There is no peace without some covering.
His features promptly fall flat the moment her hand lifts. It’s already too much, and he knows before her lips even move around the lilt of veiled mockery that she is going to mangle it. He gives her the longest sigh, so, so long, that it drags out an uncomfortable amount of time and nearly has him choking at the end as he strains to wring out every last drop of air. He inhales suddenly, then blows forcefully across at her. ”You are going to get cursed and murder me in my sleep, I swear to Safrin Fl00rah.”
A smile twitches in, unwelcome, at the corner of his lips. He tugs the blanket around tighter and his toes dip into her more firmly, grabbing a handful of cheese balls. ”Ready,” he confirms.
The way she rearranges slightly to fit in better around him, with him, is so practiced at this point that it doesn’t feel like anything but exactly right. Expected in a way he doesn’t think about, known in a way he can’t place, as if settling in for sleep and she is the cover he needs to draw up, regardless of temperature. There is no peace without some covering.
His features promptly fall flat the moment her hand lifts. It’s already too much, and he knows before her lips even move around the lilt of veiled mockery that she is going to mangle it. He gives her the longest sigh, so, so long, that it drags out an uncomfortable amount of time and nearly has him choking at the end as he strains to wring out every last drop of air. He inhales suddenly, then blows forcefully across at her. ”You are going to get cursed and murder me in my sleep, I swear to Safrin Fl00rah.”
A smile twitches in, unwelcome, at the corner of his lips. He tugs the blanket around tighter and his toes dip into her more firmly, grabbing a handful of cheese balls. ”Ready,” he confirms.
Kaisel
I ain't afraid to bleed, there ain't a casket strong enough for me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
