[Crazy is just about how she feels over Arthur's demeanor right now. It's hardly the first time she's seen him in a moment of peace or joy, but she treasures each and every one of those sights for a reason; as passionately as Arthur feels about things, his expressions tend to be a little more restrained. Especially compared to Kalmiya, who has made conscious efforts to feel everything as loudly as possible after such a long time stifling everything for the sake of other people.
So seeing him this content, this happy, is more than enough to cause pressure in her chest from the swelling force of her affection. Knowing that she's the one who made him so happy pushes it to near unbearable levels, as if her heart might burst from its inability to contain everything she's feeling for him.
A clear eagerness lights her face at his correction, followed by another quick kiss. She just can't help herself.] Arthur, are you telling me I'm going to get the full official experience?
[They already have such a strong connection when it comes to intimacy. Her heart races a little even thinking about how this development might intensify that.]
[ Her expression lights up, excitement palpable even before she says anything. Or rather, before she arches up for another kiss, this one brief but no less affectionate. They're both smiling into it, making it quite possibly one of the more chaste kisses they've shared. ]
Hey now, it's not like I've held back. [ No, he's too attentive for that. And giving her pleasure, watching her fall to pieces—he took those things seriously, because she deserves to experience those highs. ] But, I suppose, yeah.
[ Since, well, he does think there will be some changes. Small habits he's been holding close to the chest. He'd kept hold of them because he'd been worried about letting himself lean into their relationship too much. After all, he's talked himself out of asking her this very thing more than a few times, worried he was seeing something in it that wasn't there. Or that perhaps, he was too wrapped up in her easy love to know exactly how he'd felt.
Unfounded worry, he's found. But, this is what made them work; she pulled him along in her exuberance like a riptide and he made sure neither of them drowned.
Giving her one last squeeze around the middle, he reluctantly parts from her enough to pick up the jacket he'd dropped. Tossed over his shoulder again, he slips his arm around her waist, reeling her in to re-start their walk.
The rest of which is uninterrupted, aside from the occasional quiet laughter as their closeness and mismatched gait saw them gently bumping into each other. It's not long, from the exit of the park, to get up to the main drag and pick out the hole in the wall place he'd been thinking of for dinner. A cross between a pool bar and a hipster dive, it saw plenty of hungover clubbers and as promised, none of the patrons seem to care at all for Kalmiya's lack of shirt.
Tucked into a small, curved booth near the corner, they get their drinks and order food; Arthur watches with bemusement as a gaggle of tieflings excitedly choose tracks at the jukebox. ]
How was the party, earlier? [ Sometimes, he joins her on those. He'd missed out on this venture due to work. ]
[For all her exuberance, Kalmiya finds no trouble enjoying a content moment quietly; she giggles when they bump into each other as they walk, an occurrence made more common by the gravitational pull Arthur currently has on her. But otherwise she lets the silence be, happy to simply absorb the new lightness of the air between them, the exhilarating freshness after a fog lifts.
There's a small ooh as they approach the charming little dive, and she grins, head turning this way and that as she takes in the variety of patrons and the occupation of the pool tables. Given the shape of the booth, she wastes no time in scooting herself far too close to Arthur after they put their order in, insistently tucking herself against his side to get comfortable while she regales him with party stories.] It was lovely! Plenty of party favors; there were these delightful little marshmallow treats that made you more flexible when you eat them. And— you remember the one who collects games, with the autumnal hair? They'd brought Twister, of all things!
[A laugh carries through her exposition, buoying each word to playful delight, and she gestures with both hands when they're not too snug against Arthur.] I've never seen a more competitive tangle of people. I didn't stand a chance! And we had to stop because someone's favor wore off in the middle and they got stuck.
[Amused, she tilts her head to grin up at him, a sweet sort of longing in the crinkle of her eyes.] I missed you, though. It's always better with you.
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Date: 2025-08-30 05:29 am (UTC)So seeing him this content, this happy, is more than enough to cause pressure in her chest from the swelling force of her affection. Knowing that she's the one who made him so happy pushes it to near unbearable levels, as if her heart might burst from its inability to contain everything she's feeling for him.
A clear eagerness lights her face at his correction, followed by another quick kiss. She just can't help herself.] Arthur, are you telling me I'm going to get the full official experience?
[They already have such a strong connection when it comes to intimacy. Her heart races a little even thinking about how this development might intensify that.]
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Date: 2025-08-31 07:24 am (UTC)Hey now, it's not like I've held back. [ No, he's too attentive for that. And giving her pleasure, watching her fall to pieces—he took those things seriously, because she deserves to experience those highs. ] But, I suppose, yeah.
[ Since, well, he does think there will be some changes. Small habits he's been holding close to the chest. He'd kept hold of them because he'd been worried about letting himself lean into their relationship too much. After all, he's talked himself out of asking her this very thing more than a few times, worried he was seeing something in it that wasn't there. Or that perhaps, he was too wrapped up in her easy love to know exactly how he'd felt.
Unfounded worry, he's found. But, this is what made them work; she pulled him along in her exuberance like a riptide and he made sure neither of them drowned.
Giving her one last squeeze around the middle, he reluctantly parts from her enough to pick up the jacket he'd dropped. Tossed over his shoulder again, he slips his arm around her waist, reeling her in to re-start their walk.
The rest of which is uninterrupted, aside from the occasional quiet laughter as their closeness and mismatched gait saw them gently bumping into each other. It's not long, from the exit of the park, to get up to the main drag and pick out the hole in the wall place he'd been thinking of for dinner. A cross between a pool bar and a hipster dive, it saw plenty of hungover clubbers and as promised, none of the patrons seem to care at all for Kalmiya's lack of shirt.
Tucked into a small, curved booth near the corner, they get their drinks and order food; Arthur watches with bemusement as a gaggle of tieflings excitedly choose tracks at the jukebox. ]
How was the party, earlier? [ Sometimes, he joins her on those. He'd missed out on this venture due to work. ]
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Date: 2025-10-06 02:46 pm (UTC)There's a small ooh as they approach the charming little dive, and she grins, head turning this way and that as she takes in the variety of patrons and the occupation of the pool tables. Given the shape of the booth, she wastes no time in scooting herself far too close to Arthur after they put their order in, insistently tucking herself against his side to get comfortable while she regales him with party stories.] It was lovely! Plenty of party favors; there were these delightful little marshmallow treats that made you more flexible when you eat them. And— you remember the one who collects games, with the autumnal hair? They'd brought Twister, of all things!
[A laugh carries through her exposition, buoying each word to playful delight, and she gestures with both hands when they're not too snug against Arthur.] I've never seen a more competitive tangle of people. I didn't stand a chance! And we had to stop because someone's favor wore off in the middle and they got stuck.
[Amused, she tilts her head to grin up at him, a sweet sort of longing in the crinkle of her eyes.] I missed you, though. It's always better with you.