@legendcrown said : ‘ would you be my bride if i were to take you into the ground ? ’
easy laughter floats above the duo, hands brushing against one another. giddy on one another’s company, flirtation flits between the two — a familiar dance of theirs, an easy rhythm interspaced with warm laughter, bright smiles and flushed cheeks a testament to the joy that comes from spending time with one held so very dear.
loose-limbed and relaxed, fingers brush against each other: claws and painted nails ( the polish chipped, but still evident ), roughened palms and soft paw-pads a stark contrast to each other. and yet: the gestures are gentle, fingers skimming fur before flitting away — another form of their teasing flirtations. here they sit, so very close together, but not quite touching, mirth-filled eyes meeting each other’s gaze and then looking away coyly. not-quite-bashful, not-quite-confident, this delicate dance is one well practiced.
here, on this warm late-afternoon, the air is not quite still, the occasional breeze ruffling hair and fur, tugging playfully at loose strands before whirling away. it carries with itself the words spoken and their laughter, saving syllables for itself.
the question posed, kris raises an eyebrow as a soft smile quirks fruit-stained lips. “ your bride? ” they say, words lilting with mirth. “ my, what a question to ask… it’s so sudden, my heart. ” they bat long lashes towards ralsei, scarlet eyes not hidden behind messy bangs. here, they are comfortable, not feeling the need to hide: here, they are safe. “ to be your bride, your bride of the underground… of this underworld— to be by your side forever? ” kris’ tone is warm, almost wistful, and they place their hand over ralsei’s, interlacing their fingers together before they gently squeeze. “ that does sound delightful — our souls together forever… ” they shift closer to ralsei, leaning their head against his.
“ i’d be more than alright with that. ”