#nose kisses

The temptation is towards stern and serious, a world of rules and protocols that brokers no space for frivolity, at least on the part of the Dominant. It’s easier that way, more black and white and simply understood. Avoids complications. Keeps things on the right track.

And that’s a delusion that lasts for about as long as it takes to say. People aren’t black and white, simple, right-track-keeping sorts. They are frivolous, and silly, and all those sort of wonderful exuberances that that very temptation tries to root out. We don’t have space for frivolity here, says the logical, cold left side of your brain. The problem is that’s only fifty percent of the equation. And that right side is tenacious. 

So there's silliness in the relationship. Eskimo kisses that turn to nose kisses that turn to laughter. Running jokes that turn into in-jokes that become more and more inverted until someone says something innocuous and you both burst out laughing for little to no reason. Love is a conspiracy of the silliest degree, where you have a hundred little things that only you two know, and only you two do, and they’re all as absurd as one another. No sane, serious, stern person would ever indulge in such frivolity. 

Which makes me glad I’m not so two dimensional. Makes me glad I’ve got space for the serious and the silly in the same head, and in the same body. And, if you’re the type I think you are, I reckon you’re plenty glad too. 

OC-tober 4! My Half-elf girl and her silly dragon boyfriend being cute as always hehehe!