See I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
It both doesn't make sense and yet perfectly does, and Kaisel is left with the only appropriate response to something as brain melting as trying to comprehend divinity with only mortal experience. "Cool!" Thoughts about how that sounds very worm adjacent and how he'd still love her even if she's string don't stick long enough to turn into anything meaningful, not when the tide of giddy excitement still laps up either of them and burns bright in chest and eyes alike. His arms slip around her waist with a loose ease, drawn there as if they're nothing better than a magnetic salt and pepper shaker on display.
"I wonder if you ever get used to it, like how you wake up right before you alarm sometimes?" Though there's more habit to sleep, even if it feels like a chime should always be jarring, especially when pleasant dreams are at stake. Her interruptions would be anytime at all. "Bet your dads would have some tips! They've been demigods basically forever, so, clearly they found out how to handle all the little things." They certainly seem content and settled into the role whenever he sees them.
Although they have had plenty of reasons to rejoice, this feels different. Not theirs, not entirely, not the way engagements and weddings and moments they've strung together have belonged to them. This involves everyone else too, in a small way, and this is the first, private moment they get with it, and that's fleeting. So he'll capture this purified joy and bottle it if he can, because he'd not give this feeling up for anything. Maybe it's just the fact he can feel all of it like never before, nothing even close to this having happened since her birthday, but he thinks this is its own, special feeling, and it deserves to be. "So where do you want to go? We have to celebrate a momentous occasion like this, so somewhere nice, and that you love." He's saying this as she reaches for his hair, fingers suddenly tugging at something he didn't realize was too tight until she touched it.
His brows scrunch against the peel of her fingers, strips of the paint coming away with her. "Oh, uh, well I was leaving my mark in all the rooms, that way it feels like ours. Guess it left its mark on me too." A fresh coat of paint in some with a just different shade. Kaisel was here carved into cetrain baseboards behind beds. Pictures hung up that weren't there before, or pictures swapped in rooms or walls. Subtle, almost unnoticeable things in most cases, but he would know, and he trusted she'd notice some in time. It feels like a distant thing now, aside from the very close by smudging of paint and leftover sprinkles of wood and drywall.
A line of eager approval spreads over his lips as she confirms that she can feel something newer, belonging just to her, nestled within now. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging, details Ro! A demonstration, if you please, unless—it's not gonna destroy the house, is it?"
"I wonder if you ever get used to it, like how you wake up right before you alarm sometimes?" Though there's more habit to sleep, even if it feels like a chime should always be jarring, especially when pleasant dreams are at stake. Her interruptions would be anytime at all. "Bet your dads would have some tips! They've been demigods basically forever, so, clearly they found out how to handle all the little things." They certainly seem content and settled into the role whenever he sees them.
Although they have had plenty of reasons to rejoice, this feels different. Not theirs, not entirely, not the way engagements and weddings and moments they've strung together have belonged to them. This involves everyone else too, in a small way, and this is the first, private moment they get with it, and that's fleeting. So he'll capture this purified joy and bottle it if he can, because he'd not give this feeling up for anything. Maybe it's just the fact he can feel all of it like never before, nothing even close to this having happened since her birthday, but he thinks this is its own, special feeling, and it deserves to be. "So where do you want to go? We have to celebrate a momentous occasion like this, so somewhere nice, and that you love." He's saying this as she reaches for his hair, fingers suddenly tugging at something he didn't realize was too tight until she touched it.
His brows scrunch against the peel of her fingers, strips of the paint coming away with her. "Oh, uh, well I was leaving my mark in all the rooms, that way it feels like ours. Guess it left its mark on me too." A fresh coat of paint in some with a just different shade. Kaisel was here carved into cetrain baseboards behind beds. Pictures hung up that weren't there before, or pictures swapped in rooms or walls. Subtle, almost unnoticeable things in most cases, but he would know, and he trusted she'd notice some in time. It feels like a distant thing now, aside from the very close by smudging of paint and leftover sprinkles of wood and drywall.
A line of eager approval spreads over his lips as she confirms that she can feel something newer, belonging just to her, nestled within now. "C'mon, don't leave me hanging, details Ro! A demonstration, if you please, unless—it's not gonna destroy the house, is it?"
Kaisel
I've only just begun, I won't stop until it's done
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
