KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Honestly, he didn't think someone of Hadama's status would care about him, but being known without knowing in return was a disarming feeling. "Kaisel Ashborn, sir, a Dragoon" he offered hurriedly to the Tidebreaker. Clearly, that hadn't been enough, because the king pointedly told him to fuck off in no uncertain terms. He understood. There was plenty of water to go around—he didn’t need to keep bothering the busy, weary man with his formality fumbling.
But, Kaisel didn't like not being liked. It made his skin crawl, like there was something wrong. What wasn't to like, honestly? Maybe he'd sounded rude, suggesting it was strange Hadama was here? Had it sounded like he didn’t want him here? Damn. Or maybe Hadama had only joined because Kaisel looked like the quiet type—which, what a misjudgment. He'd just been grateful for peace. Perhaps the universe was trying to give it to them both.
Kaisel, dense as ever, was completely unaware of what had actually transpired. That was better for them both, because the disruption he would have caused in response would have definitely soured the remainder of both their days.
The grapes were his olive branch as Kaisel—ever the Labrador of a man—tried to undo whatever slight he'd caused. He warred internally about speaking up again. Maybe the grapes could do the rest of the talking. He just couldn't fucking help it though, because what in the fuck were sea grapes. "What does a sea grape taste like?" A pause. A thought. Another battle lost. "Do you eat... underwater?" How?
I'm absolutely DEAD at Hadama thinking he was catching a peek
But, Kaisel didn't like not being liked. It made his skin crawl, like there was something wrong. What wasn't to like, honestly? Maybe he'd sounded rude, suggesting it was strange Hadama was here? Had it sounded like he didn’t want him here? Damn. Or maybe Hadama had only joined because Kaisel looked like the quiet type—which, what a misjudgment. He'd just been grateful for peace. Perhaps the universe was trying to give it to them both.
Kaisel, dense as ever, was completely unaware of what had actually transpired. That was better for them both, because the disruption he would have caused in response would have definitely soured the remainder of both their days.
The grapes were his olive branch as Kaisel—ever the Labrador of a man—tried to undo whatever slight he'd caused. He warred internally about speaking up again. Maybe the grapes could do the rest of the talking. He just couldn't fucking help it though, because what in the fuck were sea grapes. "What does a sea grape taste like?" A pause. A thought. Another battle lost. "Do you eat... underwater?" How?
I'm absolutely DEAD at Hadama thinking he was catching a peek
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
