I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
The moment Flora 's arm links with his, a smile darts into his cheeks, the edge of it folding into her kiss before he turns to properly find her. "There you are," he beams with the quality of a lantern meeting its matchstrike, lit at once by her presence. Although the connection afforded by the bracelet tipped him off that she was near, much like entering the radius of a quest objective and the mini map of life vibrating and growing colorful, it's not set to easy mode, so there's no glowing trail pointing him directly to her.
As she begins to retreat before he's had his fill, which honestly, he hasn't managed a single time yet, his unclaimed arm reaches around and a few fingers hook against the suggestion of fabric at her naval. The hook resists the pull of her, knuckles brushing against her abdomen as he holds her for a moment longer in his space. Greedy, he leans in for a fuller kiss, touch no different than water to a man parched. Reluctantly, his hand slides out of the crook it keeps on her (limited) outfit, fingertips pinching the very last edge of her sarong in a moment of tested restraint where he considers tugging it away instead of himself. Teeth skim her lower lip as he departs, dragging out the last bit of contact with a hunger for more. Later. There'd be time to appreciate her commitment to the letter V tonight, but for the time being, he has a dolphin to catch.
Granting her the distance to loan his attention from her face to the camera, his smile redoubles its efforts, having briefly fallen away to adore her. "You're amazing for thinking of that." Because yes, he would like this immortalized in the way only the camera can and I feel like we need to make a scrapbook of all their photos now in chat. "I bet I could tie a torch around my waist, grant some extra light." This, spoken like a man entirely too confident about fire and riding sea life for the first time. Yet, confidence does get you far. The health clinic is definitely further than the beach.
"Even if it's not," his voice pursues swiftly after hers, "we're definitely gonna watch the replay. I wanna see it in full glory." Feigning a deeper knock from her shoulder than would be possible, he steps in a controlled stagger to the side, forcing her along with him by way of linked arms. "Careful Mrs. Hot Take!" he says with a put-on concern, quickly spinning around, sand upsetting near his ankles, as he grips her shoulders in both hands to steady her. "You have to watch where you're going in the dark like this," he warns with theatrical dismay. "If only...gosh, if only you didn't have to even worry about that."
Grinning too obviously now, he swings around and crouches a touch, glancing back over his shoulder. "Hop on m'laaady. I'm going to become one with the encantado, by immersing myself." It's a clear invitation for her to piggyback, because walking to the sign up booth is not a worthwhile method of training. This probably isn't either, but who truly knows until they try. "I am the encantado." he summarizes, which would make her the jouster, and the beach their lane to spear across. "Onward to the sign ups!"
As she begins to retreat before he's had his fill, which honestly, he hasn't managed a single time yet, his unclaimed arm reaches around and a few fingers hook against the suggestion of fabric at her naval. The hook resists the pull of her, knuckles brushing against her abdomen as he holds her for a moment longer in his space. Greedy, he leans in for a fuller kiss, touch no different than water to a man parched. Reluctantly, his hand slides out of the crook it keeps on her (limited) outfit, fingertips pinching the very last edge of her sarong in a moment of tested restraint where he considers tugging it away instead of himself. Teeth skim her lower lip as he departs, dragging out the last bit of contact with a hunger for more. Later. There'd be time to appreciate her commitment to the letter V tonight, but for the time being, he has a dolphin to catch.
Granting her the distance to loan his attention from her face to the camera, his smile redoubles its efforts, having briefly fallen away to adore her. "You're amazing for thinking of that." Because yes, he would like this immortalized in the way only the camera can and I feel like we need to make a scrapbook of all their photos now in chat. "I bet I could tie a torch around my waist, grant some extra light." This, spoken like a man entirely too confident about fire and riding sea life for the first time. Yet, confidence does get you far. The health clinic is definitely further than the beach.
"Even if it's not," his voice pursues swiftly after hers, "we're definitely gonna watch the replay. I wanna see it in full glory." Feigning a deeper knock from her shoulder than would be possible, he steps in a controlled stagger to the side, forcing her along with him by way of linked arms. "Careful Mrs. Hot Take!" he says with a put-on concern, quickly spinning around, sand upsetting near his ankles, as he grips her shoulders in both hands to steady her. "You have to watch where you're going in the dark like this," he warns with theatrical dismay. "If only...gosh, if only you didn't have to even worry about that."
Grinning too obviously now, he swings around and crouches a touch, glancing back over his shoulder. "Hop on m'laaady. I'm going to become one with the encantado, by immersing myself." It's a clear invitation for her to piggyback, because walking to the sign up booth is not a worthwhile method of training. This probably isn't either, but who truly knows until they try. "I am the encantado." he summarizes, which would make her the jouster, and the beach their lane to spear across. "Onward to the sign ups!"
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
