No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
For a brief time, Spice's descent to Flora's shoulders truly does throw some horns to Flora's shadow-head, the dragon wings reaching up perfectly just before the pearlescent body lands and turns into a scarf.
The threat of Flora above him remains as real as ever, but a warm and gold-dappled amusement slips in like sunlight through a tree's shade. The flexible talents of her truth are unparalleled, and she is never more magnificent than when she is knee-deep in the theatrics of their household fuckery. He adores her with a fierceness that could very well be his undoing in this next instant. "You are." His voice rises with a newfound confidence, as if through all the haze of poolwater and frost, they could simply wipe the window clean and see each other clearly again, rather than standing like Obi Wan and Vader. "And you did." Both a good wife and one who brought in some winter fun. He had plenty of fun watching her ass get dunked.
He starts to lift himself up off the ground into a situp-style sit, moving with a slow caution that works to avoid drawing the attention of the predator. For this, his core strength serves him well, and his numbing back is grateful for the removal from the ice, however brief it proves to be. "You took me into the pool too," he points out, proof that if she'd claim the water wasn't innocent the way she's made the ice, then neither are her hands clean. "and I could replay you better, if you let me."
The threat of Flora above him remains as real as ever, but a warm and gold-dappled amusement slips in like sunlight through a tree's shade. The flexible talents of her truth are unparalleled, and she is never more magnificent than when she is knee-deep in the theatrics of their household fuckery. He adores her with a fierceness that could very well be his undoing in this next instant. "You are." His voice rises with a newfound confidence, as if through all the haze of poolwater and frost, they could simply wipe the window clean and see each other clearly again, rather than standing like Obi Wan and Vader. "And you did." Both a good wife and one who brought in some winter fun. He had plenty of fun watching her ass get dunked.
He starts to lift himself up off the ground into a situp-style sit, moving with a slow caution that works to avoid drawing the attention of the predator. For this, his core strength serves him well, and his numbing back is grateful for the removal from the ice, however brief it proves to be. "You took me into the pool too," he points out, proof that if she'd claim the water wasn't innocent the way she's made the ice, then neither are her hands clean. "and I could replay you better, if you let me."
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
