KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Oh.
Yeah, he kinda forgot about—that.
Crazy that living with the Family had become normalized for him. He didn't like that one bit.
His face lost all color as her casual-but-actually-its-not-casual-at-all remark slid free with some extra bite to it than the other glittery jokes they'd shared. It's by no means cutting, but it landed with a flinch all the same and he inhaled audibly. "Well, maybe make sure it flies really fast and we can outrun them? And I'll take a running leap onto a rope ladder that you drop and something will probably explode behind me so it'll look awesome. Equipping it with cannons could also help." An attempt to backtrack on his stupid remark with some grandiose plans, as always. "Guess I'll have to get used to the sand," he finished, trying to keep his distaste from showing too heavily.
He rolled his eyes at her dramatics, but could not keep the smirk from setting an ache to his cheeks. Gods he'd been smiling so much tonight he might be sore tomorrow. "You're fiiiiiine," he said, although he glanced over to be sure he hadn't jabbed her harder than expected. In response to her list of offenses, he nodded vigorously. "Yes and I'll probably do it again." He holds her stare, and his lips twitch in response, understanding her unspoken intent.
The moment quickly dissolves as she clobbers his ankle. He winces audibly and leans down to clutch at the offended spot, simultaneously pulling the leg up so fast to shorten the distance, that he slammed his knee on the bottom of the table. He groaned, rubbing at the injury rapidly, the friction a better sensation than the dull ache that threatened a bruise. He keeled over sideways onto the seat, half of him hanging off it, as he kept his knee hiked up and under the first aid of his fingers. "Ugh, I'm wounded now. I can't go on, you'll have to leave me." Yeah, he wasn't moving, committed to becoming part of the bench now, if she wanted out she was going to have to crawl.
Yeah, he kinda forgot about—that.
Crazy that living with the Family had become normalized for him. He didn't like that one bit.
His face lost all color as her casual-but-actually-its-not-casual-at-all remark slid free with some extra bite to it than the other glittery jokes they'd shared. It's by no means cutting, but it landed with a flinch all the same and he inhaled audibly. "Well, maybe make sure it flies really fast and we can outrun them? And I'll take a running leap onto a rope ladder that you drop and something will probably explode behind me so it'll look awesome. Equipping it with cannons could also help." An attempt to backtrack on his stupid remark with some grandiose plans, as always. "Guess I'll have to get used to the sand," he finished, trying to keep his distaste from showing too heavily.
He rolled his eyes at her dramatics, but could not keep the smirk from setting an ache to his cheeks. Gods he'd been smiling so much tonight he might be sore tomorrow. "You're fiiiiiine," he said, although he glanced over to be sure he hadn't jabbed her harder than expected. In response to her list of offenses, he nodded vigorously. "Yes and I'll probably do it again." He holds her stare, and his lips twitch in response, understanding her unspoken intent.
The moment quickly dissolves as she clobbers his ankle. He winces audibly and leans down to clutch at the offended spot, simultaneously pulling the leg up so fast to shorten the distance, that he slammed his knee on the bottom of the table. He groaned, rubbing at the injury rapidly, the friction a better sensation than the dull ache that threatened a bruise. He keeled over sideways onto the seat, half of him hanging off it, as he kept his knee hiked up and under the first aid of his fingers. "Ugh, I'm wounded now. I can't go on, you'll have to leave me." Yeah, he wasn't moving, committed to becoming part of the bench now, if she wanted out she was going to have to crawl.
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
