Kaisel
His head flops with the force of her shoulder against him—dramatically so, because he knows he deserves the chastisement and might as well lean into it. Though, the agreement she provides right after stacks a grin higher and higher with each location she lists off. The shower had been fun.
It’s the steady trail of her fingertips and the warm pull of her voice that slowly unravels the last of his play, easing him back into her orbit. His shameless grin yields to something softer and more meaningful when his gaze finds her again. "Your limit?" he considers, the idea a fresh one that curls one corner of his expression up. "Well, I hope I never find that," he murmurs low and careful into the little bit of space they've let exist between them, his hand at her back tightening where his fingers curl against her, trying to keep hold of her where everything feels limitless. "There's definitely something to be said about loving you more each day though," he agrees, thumb trailing slow along the slope of her cheek as his eyes trace every bit of light and color dappling her own.
He can still see the shadows of the tragedy in the corners of her, impossible to completely chase away so soon. Eventually it'll diminish, fading to the edges where she keeps all the rest. For now though, the shape of her smile bends some of it back, the heat amplifying between their shared skin enough to smooth out the sharpest regions. It makes her beautiful in this moment. She always is, but not like this—this is a terrible beauty, the kind that only comes from something fragile being rearranged. Instead of just a shattered mess, each jagged piece is gathered, not to be fit back together, but transformed into a new design—a mosaic of determination.
That bold angle of her mouth returns suddenly, her shine always a persistent one. "Could have a whole cursed line, swap it out every month. Just a drop, enough to feel it for a moment with each sip..." he trails off, letting the idea run away with him into something senseless while he gets hopelessly lost in her smile. His hand on her cheek falls to her chin, tugging her down as he rises up, closing the end of her whispered want with the beginning of something between their lips.
[FIN]
It’s the steady trail of her fingertips and the warm pull of her voice that slowly unravels the last of his play, easing him back into her orbit. His shameless grin yields to something softer and more meaningful when his gaze finds her again. "Your limit?" he considers, the idea a fresh one that curls one corner of his expression up. "Well, I hope I never find that," he murmurs low and careful into the little bit of space they've let exist between them, his hand at her back tightening where his fingers curl against her, trying to keep hold of her where everything feels limitless. "There's definitely something to be said about loving you more each day though," he agrees, thumb trailing slow along the slope of her cheek as his eyes trace every bit of light and color dappling her own.
He can still see the shadows of the tragedy in the corners of her, impossible to completely chase away so soon. Eventually it'll diminish, fading to the edges where she keeps all the rest. For now though, the shape of her smile bends some of it back, the heat amplifying between their shared skin enough to smooth out the sharpest regions. It makes her beautiful in this moment. She always is, but not like this—this is a terrible beauty, the kind that only comes from something fragile being rearranged. Instead of just a shattered mess, each jagged piece is gathered, not to be fit back together, but transformed into a new design—a mosaic of determination.
That bold angle of her mouth returns suddenly, her shine always a persistent one. "Could have a whole cursed line, swap it out every month. Just a drop, enough to feel it for a moment with each sip..." he trails off, letting the idea run away with him into something senseless while he gets hopelessly lost in her smile. His hand on her cheek falls to her chin, tugging her down as he rises up, closing the end of her whispered want with the beginning of something between their lips.
[FIN]
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
