See I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
A scoff immediately answers the attempt to slide running into the space between them, but the humor lands clean and his grin races on the heels of the sound. Regardless of it serving as nothing more than a decorative distraction, sprinkled there to keep them from feeling anything too deeply that doesn't belong, he welcomes the way she proves his statement. Her death grip on running would follow him to Mort's halls by this point.
His head shifts against her as her words die out before she finishes. He doesn't have a good look at her, tucked into her side, so he tries to snag hold of her from the edge of his view without yielding the shape of her in his arms. What he finds is the unexpected weight of thought drifting like something unmoored in this tide of feelings, the outline of it all there on the subtle draw of her face. It's the things that'd washed away with care and time, now resurfacing as if proof the sea never forgets. "...yeah," he agrees simply, knowing exactly what she's trying to but can't quite seem to say, all of it waterlogged by now. He tips his head back down and against her, a contented sigh winding free. Somethings don't need to be said. Ditto.
As the memory fast forwards and settles back into another scene he'd been there for but never seen, the little shy smile that hasn't quite left his lips expands again. This is quickly becoming a favorite, to see their moments replayed like this, and though it'll surely come back to bite him in the ass at some point too, for right now he's caught in the movie magic of their life, and gods it just started.
Sitting up more properly to better see the newness, one of his hands shifting off her to prop up his lean better against the stare, a low chuckle escapes at assborn. He can see her fully now, and he turns to her with all the glow she'd just had, as if they'd traded. Where she'd been illuminated by a god, he's shimmering with her love, all the brighter for knowing it'd been there all along. "You're the doubletake, not the retake," he says gently, bumping his shoulder into hers with enough force to upset poor balance. "And I cannnot believe we're both getting down in our feels when we literally loved each other then, and love each other now."
He pops up suddenly, reaching down swiftly to drag her up with him. He makes a point to tug the hand with her ring on it forward, holding it up like they both need to properly see it, his faded hairtie glimmering on his wrist with the process. "C'mon," he asserts, "get up. We're not gonna be dumb enough to get sad over something we didn't even lose." It'd been small, quiet pieces of past pains that they had been content to let bob out into the distance, out of sight, out of mind, until the wind came pushing them all back both lovely and terrible at once. No better description of memory, than lovely and terrible.
His head shifts against her as her words die out before she finishes. He doesn't have a good look at her, tucked into her side, so he tries to snag hold of her from the edge of his view without yielding the shape of her in his arms. What he finds is the unexpected weight of thought drifting like something unmoored in this tide of feelings, the outline of it all there on the subtle draw of her face. It's the things that'd washed away with care and time, now resurfacing as if proof the sea never forgets. "...yeah," he agrees simply, knowing exactly what she's trying to but can't quite seem to say, all of it waterlogged by now. He tips his head back down and against her, a contented sigh winding free. Somethings don't need to be said. Ditto.
As the memory fast forwards and settles back into another scene he'd been there for but never seen, the little shy smile that hasn't quite left his lips expands again. This is quickly becoming a favorite, to see their moments replayed like this, and though it'll surely come back to bite him in the ass at some point too, for right now he's caught in the movie magic of their life, and gods it just started.
Sitting up more properly to better see the newness, one of his hands shifting off her to prop up his lean better against the stare, a low chuckle escapes at assborn. He can see her fully now, and he turns to her with all the glow she'd just had, as if they'd traded. Where she'd been illuminated by a god, he's shimmering with her love, all the brighter for knowing it'd been there all along. "You're the doubletake, not the retake," he says gently, bumping his shoulder into hers with enough force to upset poor balance. "And I cannnot believe we're both getting down in our feels when we literally loved each other then, and love each other now."
He pops up suddenly, reaching down swiftly to drag her up with him. He makes a point to tug the hand with her ring on it forward, holding it up like they both need to properly see it, his faded hairtie glimmering on his wrist with the process. "C'mon," he asserts, "get up. We're not gonna be dumb enough to get sad over something we didn't even lose." It'd been small, quiet pieces of past pains that they had been content to let bob out into the distance, out of sight, out of mind, until the wind came pushing them all back both lovely and terrible at once. No better description of memory, than lovely and terrible.
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
