No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
It's only because her middle name is definitely grace that they survive the initial slip and slide across the kitchen. Momentum alone seems to be the savior in place of balance or skill, each of them gripping each other like the poster of a comedic horror film, powerless to help each other or themselves for the time being, but better for it because at least it's together.
As they slow and her grip relaxes, confidence in his legs returns steadily. He stands more properly instead of half-tipping over, as though trying to shorten the distance of his inevitable fall. Laughter sweeps away into a smile that's difficult to shut as she shrugs this all off like it's a mundane feature of the house. It might not be for the home, but it is rather customary for her to elevate the ordinary into extra.
"Like it?" he scoffs in immediate response, attention lifting from where it'd fallen to properly admire the sparkling floor around them. "Flora, only you could come up with customizing Deepfrost just for us to enjoy." It's said with a fondness that can't help but spill over into the bond, utterly enamored with her creative flare on homemade Halo. "I love it!" The declaration is punctuated with a splay of his hands, the gesture wiggling out finger fireworks. It's brief, little time wasted before swiftly reaching back towards her. His palms cup either side of her face, gently pulling her to him, the movement only partial as he leans in to close the rest. He kisses her with enough enthusiasm to immediately lose his balance again, causing a tangled noise in his throat that breaks the affection into another low laugh.
Pulling away to see her, his adoration sharpens. "Ok wait wait. We really gotta put this to the test." Spoken like a man with a plan, he glances around for something suitable. "We need something we can turn into a sled." Which is not a sentence that leads to responsible outcomes, leas of all when set indoors.
As they slow and her grip relaxes, confidence in his legs returns steadily. He stands more properly instead of half-tipping over, as though trying to shorten the distance of his inevitable fall. Laughter sweeps away into a smile that's difficult to shut as she shrugs this all off like it's a mundane feature of the house. It might not be for the home, but it is rather customary for her to elevate the ordinary into extra.
"Like it?" he scoffs in immediate response, attention lifting from where it'd fallen to properly admire the sparkling floor around them. "Flora, only you could come up with customizing Deepfrost just for us to enjoy." It's said with a fondness that can't help but spill over into the bond, utterly enamored with her creative flare on homemade Halo. "I love it!" The declaration is punctuated with a splay of his hands, the gesture wiggling out finger fireworks. It's brief, little time wasted before swiftly reaching back towards her. His palms cup either side of her face, gently pulling her to him, the movement only partial as he leans in to close the rest. He kisses her with enough enthusiasm to immediately lose his balance again, causing a tangled noise in his throat that breaks the affection into another low laugh.
Pulling away to see her, his adoration sharpens. "Ok wait wait. We really gotta put this to the test." Spoken like a man with a plan, he glances around for something suitable. "We need something we can turn into a sled." Which is not a sentence that leads to responsible outcomes, leas of all when set indoors.
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
