manicured nails scrape along scalp, pulling mixed colours up and out of the face they cover. red tints the rest, but it tints her vision too, all soft and warm and intense. when her fingers finish their adventure through his hair, they cup his cheeks to pull him close. a kiss onto his nose, leaving a subtle smear of himeko's lip color on the tip.
" i didn't know what to get you. so. "
she releases him in favor of reaching into her pocket, pulling out a small box. she flips it.open for him, showing off the rose quartz studs inside.
" i made these. tell me they're not stupid. they won't break unless--whatever. happy valentine's, kai. "
that's as far as she can get with eye contact; her eyes are fixed on the floor, cheeks red, holding out the gift with awkward twirls of her hair.
sudden doting surprises them. from the tender touch to the loving gaze, it's all for him &. he drowns in it. subtly tension melts from shoulders, posture relaxing as if some great burden slips from his shoulders. warmth, golden and sweet, surges through him unrestrained. it shimmers and twists through his veins, spreading its warmth and gospel from top to bottom. a soft laugh——it spills from his lips like water across stones——a sweet melody, chorus 'pon tender heart. it's a song of joy that rumbles and grows to a deafening pitch as if woven into their very soul by her loving touch. he draws closer, only a bit, seeking more of that dear melody.
soft kiss, so light, so soft, guides them from eternal fantasy. obsidian pools peer past red tints, peering past blinders of his creation to see more——to catch a glimpse of his world at arm's reach. traces of the crescendos of joy scurry inside him and couple with a sense of nervousness. they flit &. dash as if playing an unending chase, stirring feelings deep within until they cannot merely be brushed aside. mind turns to memories——each kiss, each smile, each laugh——a tapestry of memories with her. each one stitched with core, each one his happiest moments all together at last.
words of light refusal sit on their tongue yet never come. from her, he needs no gift——only her, but she seems set. turning down such clear thoughtfulness, well, that's far too cruel even for an asshole like him, ain't it? he nearly lunges at her when she retreats away. a sense of cold longing filling the spaces left behind. they're all in his mind, all just stray thoughts, but they join the chase inside fragile heart, spreading their light chill. but it does not last, it thaws in mere moments, a fleeting instance. love washes it all away like a rushing river or the merciless tide as her gift appears before him.
rose quartz studs peer back at him. light catches these stones and reflects their luster as if to shine before his eyes. slowly, he reaches for them——slow as he can manage while burning the memory into his eyes. the sight of her offering it——the sight of the gift itself——the feel of touch still lingering on his skin. happiness grows to roaring flame, a flame that might never truly die. it burns &. incinerates all the useless feelings. it scorches away apprehension and fear. nothing remains aside from the inferno, the flames of him and her breathing new life into fragile soul. wordless, he plucks them from the box and fastens them to his ears. it felt ... right. perfect.
their gazes haven't met. hers drilling a fresh hole into the tile——flush barely hidden. it's an opportunity. quick and as fleet-footed as hermes himself, the space between them evaporates as he sweeps her into his arms. enveloping her like the wind itself, the ground becomes a distant memory as if abandoning her as he spins her once——twice——thrice in a dizzying dance. laughter, once withheld and stifled, booms from slightly parted lips like thunder. loud, proud and confident. while strength might hold her aloft, it's his feelings of love and joy that carry her in his grasp. his world in his arms &. that's all that matters. when he sets her down gently again, it's his turn to pepper her face in kisses. to dot and cross every inch of her skin that he can reach as if making it a tapestry for his works.
"you," a kiss. "are," another. "amazing." several. "thank you ... thank you so much, himeko."
@tartalias / unprompted valentines stuff !
