No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Her laughter serves as the beat for his interpretive dance, the ice his inspiration. The cold is sharp and biting, but gone just as fast, the small crystals needing very little to tip them all the way into a melt. Return fire is the immediate revenge he craves, but he's rather without the means to provide such a cold dish at the moment, having no dragon back up of his own. He's absolutely docking best girl points from Spice for this blatant abuse of power.
Settling for lurching around the counter as she scrambles back behind the barrier of safety, he catches the puddling block of ice beside the cheese grater. His ammunition awaits. All he has to do is snatch her up, counter her attack, and evade the guard dragon parading about with far too much pride for such a tiny body.
"Oh, you're not gonna fool me," he declares with the swagger of a man moments from disaster. Having paused his approach, trying to lull her into a false sense of security and gauging which direction she might flee, his pursuit is committed when she moves. Assuming she's dipping, he dives, and there's no dodging. His feet hit the floor-ice directly behind her as he reaches, only for traction to abandon him immediately.
"WHO000oooA—!" The yelp breaks loose, sharp with surprise as momentum carries him straight into her. One arm hooks clumsily around hers while the other windmills uselessly through the air, colliding into her back and promptly discovering that stopping is no longer an option available to either of them. They go skidding together across the tiled rink in one tangled disaster of limbs, socks, and dislodged dignity reminiscent of a scene from Bambi.
His laughter breaks suddenly and full, swiftly evacuating all breath and the immediate focus of vengeance. "What!" he demands with the rush of disbelief and excitement she always coaxes free with such ease, leaning breathlessly against her shoulder as the ridiculousness of the situation finally catches up to him. Only now, with her bundled in longjohns and the pom-pom hat bobbing wildly atop golden curls while they careen across the kitchen, does the full picture settle into place. "What have you done?" he manages between laughs, tightening his hold instinctively as gravity threatens to send them both skating onto their asses. "Is this you testing out a new renovation for the house? Wings for every season now?"
Settling for lurching around the counter as she scrambles back behind the barrier of safety, he catches the puddling block of ice beside the cheese grater. His ammunition awaits. All he has to do is snatch her up, counter her attack, and evade the guard dragon parading about with far too much pride for such a tiny body.
"Oh, you're not gonna fool me," he declares with the swagger of a man moments from disaster. Having paused his approach, trying to lull her into a false sense of security and gauging which direction she might flee, his pursuit is committed when she moves. Assuming she's dipping, he dives, and there's no dodging. His feet hit the floor-ice directly behind her as he reaches, only for traction to abandon him immediately.
"WHO000oooA—!" The yelp breaks loose, sharp with surprise as momentum carries him straight into her. One arm hooks clumsily around hers while the other windmills uselessly through the air, colliding into her back and promptly discovering that stopping is no longer an option available to either of them. They go skidding together across the tiled rink in one tangled disaster of limbs, socks, and dislodged dignity reminiscent of a scene from Bambi.
His laughter breaks suddenly and full, swiftly evacuating all breath and the immediate focus of vengeance. "What!" he demands with the rush of disbelief and excitement she always coaxes free with such ease, leaning breathlessly against her shoulder as the ridiculousness of the situation finally catches up to him. Only now, with her bundled in longjohns and the pom-pom hat bobbing wildly atop golden curls while they careen across the kitchen, does the full picture settle into place. "What have you done?" he manages between laughs, tightening his hold instinctively as gravity threatens to send them both skating onto their asses. "Is this you testing out a new renovation for the house? Wings for every season now?"
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
