KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
The thing with Flora was, she was always incandescent. Even if she was dim, she still managed to be bright.
Each comment, each joke, shined. It sometimes seemed as if the light was only there to make it harder to see anything else, so that she could keep bits and pieces hidden in the dark, doubts and sorrows tucked away in a cache of regret. Bask in her glow long enough, and you'd start to melt. The darkness would fade more and more, until all you had left was the blinding, dazzling brilliance.
He glanced at her golden radiance as it shifted and danced across the table in the curl of her hair and jests. The shadows glittered there too, flitting through the light, giving it more contrast to beam forth. He held a grin like an extended hand, like it could do more than just soften the hardships that darkened her in all the moments he didn't see, and the few he did. "You've done something very admirable," he could not understand how others couldn't see that. All that she'd risked, all that she'd given up. A queen only ever kneeled for her kingdom, after all. "A house boat seems very you" he admitted, the humor creeping back over the solemnity he'd let break through. What had happened, happened, and she seemed set on a new path to forge ahead with. Whatever her actions were, wrong or right or just, Flora, it didn't change the route.
"Definitely not the sand," he said it with a surprising force, his opinion unwavering as he made a face. "I'm itching just thinking about it. I honestly don't know how you stand to have it around you all the time. Shit's like stationary mites or something." No thanks. He'd stick to his stone city and the smooth polish of those rocks. Saying as much also gave him a little more time to consider her offer, and the weight in each. Something told him an Inn would be the wiser choice, given whatever little static had just passed between them, but Kaisel wasn't particularly well known for being wise. Besides, he didn't feel like she should be alone, not with all this hanging over her like a version of gallows. He couldn't save her, she didn't need saving, but he could face some of it with her, and that was perhaps better. "A sleepover with Flo-ro?" He was positively wolfish with his grin. "That takes me back. Can we make popcorn and you braid my hair? I'll make pancakes in the morning!"
Each comment, each joke, shined. It sometimes seemed as if the light was only there to make it harder to see anything else, so that she could keep bits and pieces hidden in the dark, doubts and sorrows tucked away in a cache of regret. Bask in her glow long enough, and you'd start to melt. The darkness would fade more and more, until all you had left was the blinding, dazzling brilliance.
He glanced at her golden radiance as it shifted and danced across the table in the curl of her hair and jests. The shadows glittered there too, flitting through the light, giving it more contrast to beam forth. He held a grin like an extended hand, like it could do more than just soften the hardships that darkened her in all the moments he didn't see, and the few he did. "You've done something very admirable," he could not understand how others couldn't see that. All that she'd risked, all that she'd given up. A queen only ever kneeled for her kingdom, after all. "A house boat seems very you" he admitted, the humor creeping back over the solemnity he'd let break through. What had happened, happened, and she seemed set on a new path to forge ahead with. Whatever her actions were, wrong or right or just, Flora, it didn't change the route.
"Definitely not the sand," he said it with a surprising force, his opinion unwavering as he made a face. "I'm itching just thinking about it. I honestly don't know how you stand to have it around you all the time. Shit's like stationary mites or something." No thanks. He'd stick to his stone city and the smooth polish of those rocks. Saying as much also gave him a little more time to consider her offer, and the weight in each. Something told him an Inn would be the wiser choice, given whatever little static had just passed between them, but Kaisel wasn't particularly well known for being wise. Besides, he didn't feel like she should be alone, not with all this hanging over her like a version of gallows. He couldn't save her, she didn't need saving, but he could face some of it with her, and that was perhaps better. "A sleepover with Flo-ro?" He was positively wolfish with his grin. "That takes me back. Can we make popcorn and you braid my hair? I'll make pancakes in the morning!"
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
