*imagines he sees those sparklers even after his vision is filled with you, warm light stamped behind his eyelids*
*stumbles, surprised, and tears after you in the next split-second, scarcely feeling the chilly wind in his hair and clothes* *catches you at the door, but only just—he might've known you would run like a deer, with those legs (oh, those legs)*
*curls his arms around your middle from behind, pressing his face to your hair (smells so good / is this really happening?)*