Kaisel
It's true, he hasn't had the weight of someone's life hand at the end of his hands, no matter where in the string of events his fingerprints might have landed. Maybe it would give him a better idea of the perspective she's taken, but until then he'll mark this one firmly under 'shit Flora feels guilty over, but shouldn't.' It's a longer list than he thinks it should be, although that may be largely in part because most of the things on that list make her feel like shit, which is the exact opposite of what he'd ever want for her, making most marks on there an arguing point for him.
The quiet way she refuses nearly has him pulling out another round of buts, except for the way her eyes land on him. The lighting's low, the will-o-wisps bobbing about nearby barely adding much and the lanterns distant and snuffed out enough. The wet shine to her is easily mistaken for the rain haloing gently around them both, smearing melancholy into all the spaces without effort. Yet, the way she looks at him now, it's unmistakable. "Yeah," he agrees softly in return, all the heroic battlement to fight for her, with her, swept out of him in an instant sag of shoulders and a swallow of breath. "No, no, I want to get out of there too. Let's find somewhere to get warm and dry again."
Reaching to pick up the umbrella and hold it above them once more, he tucks her stride in beside his, arm looping at her back. "Should we do cocoa or cider?" he wonders, all the gravity of the world shifting to this very important decision now as they retreat back to the Sugar Tide and leave old ghosts to the woods.
[FIN]
The quiet way she refuses nearly has him pulling out another round of buts, except for the way her eyes land on him. The lighting's low, the will-o-wisps bobbing about nearby barely adding much and the lanterns distant and snuffed out enough. The wet shine to her is easily mistaken for the rain haloing gently around them both, smearing melancholy into all the spaces without effort. Yet, the way she looks at him now, it's unmistakable. "Yeah," he agrees softly in return, all the heroic battlement to fight for her, with her, swept out of him in an instant sag of shoulders and a swallow of breath. "No, no, I want to get out of there too. Let's find somewhere to get warm and dry again."
Reaching to pick up the umbrella and hold it above them once more, he tucks her stride in beside his, arm looping at her back. "Should we do cocoa or cider?" he wonders, all the gravity of the world shifting to this very important decision now as they retreat back to the Sugar Tide and leave old ghosts to the woods.
[FIN]
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
