// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Kaisel was not fully convinced by her words, similar to his failure to understand the difficulty of transplanting the special flowers elsewhere. He did not push back further though, content to chew on the finality of it all - that it just wasn't that easy. As a child it had always seemed like the adults had everything under control and knew all the answers, but after becoming grown himself, he quickly realized no one knew what the fuck they were doing. Communication was a frequent reason for the faults, which was a marvel since they all spoke the same language. It all came down to trust, which was hard to offer when so many people proved themselves selfish.
He sighed quietly as he leaned against the rock beside Lena. He crouched down, finding a particularly good stick on the ground, and traced lazy designs in the dirt as he scanned the area around them for flowers. "I have some apples in my bag, if you want some," he offered.
He sighed quietly as he leaned against the rock beside Lena. He crouched down, finding a particularly good stick on the ground, and traced lazy designs in the dirt as he scanned the area around them for flowers. "I have some apples in my bag, if you want some," he offered.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
