brushwithdanger:
how bright his eyes were, not stained in green, blue, nor black. almond in natural shape, but circular in surprise, he vividly beams.
❝ it’s you. i’ve never seen one up close before. only from the domes, when you guys were celebrating. ❞
She can’t help the ear-splitting smile on her face --- she’s still embarrassed enough around him for a rush to kick in, plus ... it’d been awhile. Taking him there, of all places? It sounded like a recipe for disaster, but ...
Since when has she not laughed in the wake of her own hurricane?
She begins with a laugh, taking the sparkler and waving it through the air like a wand, watching it. “ They’re neat, ain’t they? Yeah, that’s t’night. Inkopolis’ big annual light show. ” A flick of it back towards his nose, sharp and accusatory, though her voice wavers with the following offer: “ I know a real neat place to watch it. You wanna come wit’ me? ”
