[ mmn. the emotions sit on his chest, but the warmth of their touch starts to melt it into something that's actually comforting. whether he's blinking away a few drops of sea spray or something else even he won't know, nor will the universe, they're both salty all the same. ]
...my luck's never really been great. But now I think that's all just been balancing out for you, who accepts all of me, somehow. [ maybe a silly thing to say, but he means it. and he doesn't know how else to express how grateful he feels.
he breathes in the moment, feeling like he's been given the grandest treasure, when luck decides to give him something else. or more specifically a fish. tug, tug goes the rod against the rock. ]
Oh, you don't need to move, I think I can— [ sorry he's not explaining himself, focusing his magic onto the rod so he doesn't need to use his hands to start reeling in the fish. ]
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...my luck's never really been great. But now I think that's all just been balancing out for you, who accepts all of me, somehow. [ maybe a silly thing to say, but he means it. and he doesn't know how else to express how grateful he feels.
he breathes in the moment, feeling like he's been given the grandest treasure, when luck decides to give him something else. or more specifically a fish. tug, tug goes the rod against the rock. ]
Oh, you don't need to move, I think I can— [ sorry he's not explaining himself, focusing his magic onto the rod so he doesn't need to use his hands to start reeling in the fish. ]