escordvi | closed 🪶⚡ but all i really know, you're where i wanna go

[Seeing her struggle, he'll try his best to both not interfere too much while also giving the best advice he can possibly try and muster. It is fairly difficult when it's ultimately down to concentration. But when that bird finally takes form, his eyes shine in delight and he releases a shout of joy of his own before catching her, laughing and kissing her. It's not just that it's a bird, but a bird with its wings spread open... Truly fitting for her.

Now with the celebratory break over, he grins next to her.]

I'd say so. And I believe the best way is if we both hold the pipe and take turns blowing into it.

[Her arm is not going anywhere anytime soon as she stands next to him, her head leaning ever so slightly against his shoulder, quietly seeking that closeness as her hand runs up and down his back.]

Hmm, I agree. Would you like to do the honours of going first?

[He seems to be better at this anyway!]

[He always likes the feel of her hand on his back. For various reasons.]

Mm, you don't want to?

[A playful smile.]

But I could, sure. Get it started for you.

I think you have proven that you are quite good at it. Besides...

[She leans in close to speak softly near his ear.]

I always enjoy watching you work.

[And she isn't just saying that to get out of doing it... if the way she runs her free hand along the back of his.

There is just something about watching her dear husband do things he is good at.]

[Her words and her voice sends an odd tingle through him, a bit of warmth, spark that makes him turn his head just slightly to look at her for a moment. It's a warm feeling, fuzzy, and he almost feels a little bashful for it if that little smile that forms and the slight glance away says anything.]

Well— [Slight clearing of his throat as he feels both amused and a little embarrassed he feels this way.] Better play close attention then.

[And trying to play it off, he gives her a sweet peck on the cheek before straightening to set up the glass and pipe.]

[She certainly catches on, and that only makes her smile broaden, and only makes her love him more. It sends a warm tingle through her as well, right through her chest to settle in her heart as she watches him get just a little bashful.

After he offers her that peck on the cheek, her gaze follows him, eyes filled with a warm fondness over a scalding heat.

Just when she thought she could not love him any more than she did just a few seconds ago...]

Oh, I am paying very close attention.

[She steps up beside him, a hand grazing his back again before she lets him work, watching as he sets it all up.]

You are adorable, do you know that?

[That gets a scoff out of him.]

Adorable? Nonsense.

[Focus on the task, dear husband!!!]

How is that nonsense?

[Now she is just teasing him, but with all the fondness she has to spare.]

Did I make your heart go all aflutter?

No, you did not.

[And he'll prove it by shoving that pipe into the kiln to get the molten glass!!!

He's a tough manly man!! With a soft side. BUT NOT ADORABLE!!!!]

[She laughs softly under her breath, a hand coming up to hide her smile while he works the glass.]

No? You do not need to act so tough around me, my love.

[Is this a dangerous game she is playing? Nah, he'll be fine.]

[Very dangerous.]

Who says I'm acting? This is how I always am.

[Just a dry glance back to her because HE CAN SEE WHAT SHE'S DOING!! Now it's his turn to have some feathers ruffled.]

[This just makes him that much more endearing. Is this what it feels like when he ruffles her feathers ever so slightly? He's so cute...]

Yes, my big tough bear of a husband, whose heart goes pitter patter at the sweet words of his wife.

[She leans down beside him, bringing herself down to his eye level, and after a moment of staring at him, she looks into the kiln to watch the glass melt.]

What—

[He looks at her as if OFFENDED and just stares at her before he grumbles.]

Pitter patter my ass...

[Yes she got him—

With the glass all nice and melted he's gathering it up onto the end of the pipe and warns her to step back before pulling it out.]

[Just one last lingering look at him before she does step back with a chuckle.]

What, you do not like it?

[As a placating hand goes to his back when he straightens with the pipe and the melted glass.

She does wonder what sort of essence might come out of this now.]

[MORE GRUMBLING as he rotates the pipe a bit, making sure the glass is good on there before he finally pulls it out.]

Only how you're calling me "adorable" and all that other nonsense.

[Huff huff. Walking over to the stand to set the pipe on it...

...]

I might have felt something nice.

What is wrong with your wife thinking that you are adorable?

[Because it's true!!!]

You are certainly not helping yourself by being huffy about it.

Who is being huffy?

You are. Calling me adoring you "nonsense".

[It's her turn to huff defensively.]

I do not think it is. I am simply admiring and doting upon you, which I thought you enjoyed.

Well it's not that kind of nonsense...

[A little quieter grumble before he looks a little awkward.]

And I do enjoy it. The admiring and doting that is.

[No, stop. That's even cuter, and she will reach out to tap his cheek with a finger.]

So then what part of it is making you all grumpy, hm?

[NO STOP THINKING HE'S CUTE!!!]

I am not being grumpy.

[He's giving her a very dry look.]

Is this for all the times I've called you cute and adorable?

[NO BECAUSE IT'S THE TRUTH!!!]

It could be, but I doubt that would make you feel any better.

[And before he does anything with that glass, she leans in and kisses his cheek.]

So if you are not grumpy, what might you call this?

...

[Just some disgruntled silence, though the kiss does soften him up a bit.]

Someone who needs more than one kiss to feel better.

[A request that she will happily oblige with that shine of amusement in her eyes. Was this his tactic all along to have her dote upon him? And is she a fool for falling for it?

She taps his chin, guiding his lips to hers so that she can kiss him once, twice, thrice, each one quick but growing sweeter.]

Do you feel better now? I would not want this to ruin this glass attempt.

[If only he could have been sly enough to have done this with such a purpose, but alas—he was just being a little pouty. However, with each kiss she'll feel more of a smile forming until he's looking at her with still a bit of a dry look, but there is a warmth and fondness there.]

I suppose this will do for now. But perhaps a few more just in case.

[Okay now he really is fishing—]

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