I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
The more she attempts to tuck it away, the more it leaks through the bond, and Kaisel finds himself internally wading through foam as it bubbles out of her with every step. He's had a similar experience when he's been too generous with his soap while washing, and as then, he now feels each little bubble where it pops against him, ticklish in the same way mint can be. He adores every moment of it.
It should not still be exciting, or so he thought, based on how most marriages seem to unfold into something mundane and even marginally aggravating. Maybe it wouldn't be, once they did it properly, the spike in his pulse perhaps able to be attributed to the secrecy of it all, the reveal, the celebration. Yet, this moment remains private, and still, the giddiness of loving her, especially out loud, is enough to make his cheeks hurt from the smile. He can't help but steal a glance at her as they wrap and rise up the stairs, a pair of shooting stars in reverse, which is good practice.
He picks up one of the candles to feed it from her initial flame, igniting those opposite of where Flora focuses. Setting down his final candle and wiping away the wax from his fingers, he reaches into his pocket for her offering. Gently, he sets down the silver charm bracelet. It jingles faintly with the motion, each charm a star-shaped opal of a different hue, creating a gemstone galaxy for Safrin's wrist.
He steps back beside Flora, shoulder brushing in against hers as he removes the most distance he can in this moment. His hand sinks into hers, fingers tight at first where they fold around her and keep her, wiggling at the wrist with a little burst of excitement as she begins to pray. "Your touch is just what we need to celebrate with everyone," he adds on. "So we'd love to have some of the stars spell out our names, and then shoot down and become us." It's absurd in the best way, and he grins around the ask, too thrilled at the potential of her approval.
It should not still be exciting, or so he thought, based on how most marriages seem to unfold into something mundane and even marginally aggravating. Maybe it wouldn't be, once they did it properly, the spike in his pulse perhaps able to be attributed to the secrecy of it all, the reveal, the celebration. Yet, this moment remains private, and still, the giddiness of loving her, especially out loud, is enough to make his cheeks hurt from the smile. He can't help but steal a glance at her as they wrap and rise up the stairs, a pair of shooting stars in reverse, which is good practice.
He picks up one of the candles to feed it from her initial flame, igniting those opposite of where Flora focuses. Setting down his final candle and wiping away the wax from his fingers, he reaches into his pocket for her offering. Gently, he sets down the silver charm bracelet. It jingles faintly with the motion, each charm a star-shaped opal of a different hue, creating a gemstone galaxy for Safrin's wrist.
He steps back beside Flora, shoulder brushing in against hers as he removes the most distance he can in this moment. His hand sinks into hers, fingers tight at first where they fold around her and keep her, wiggling at the wrist with a little burst of excitement as she begins to pray. "Your touch is just what we need to celebrate with everyone," he adds on. "So we'd love to have some of the stars spell out our names, and then shoot down and become us." It's absurd in the best way, and he grins around the ask, too thrilled at the potential of her approval.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
