Kaisel
Kaisel.
She says his full name so infrequently that he is at once leashed by the word, the tone nearly irrelevant when the added letters of his name implied enough. He stops, dropping the threat of bile, but the size of the grin he brandishes in return is wide enough to fit every scoop of icecream inside it.
It quickly goes to hell as he proceeds to show off his godly snack powers. Not at first. No, it starts as expected, the pearly giggles of his assisting spirit accompanying the whine of the cupboards that spit forth the desired items. They bob through the air as if on a current, and he's utterly satisfied, content that he's done something. That is, until the draconic scream rips forth, as wrathful as it is sudden. Kaisel flinches, the unexpected keel startling him out of his giddy preening. His hands grip the counter as he's forced to duck slightly, Spice nothing more than a blur of frozen fury above him, howling with all the might of longnight.
He glances apologetically at Spice, straightening a bit as the chaos dims once the spirit fades as the floating snacks have been gathered and stilled on the counter. "Ah," he says with a hand ruffling the back of his hair, the movement calming for the anxiety spike that her assault had given him. "My bad. I'm just the snack herald then, Spice is the snack goddess." Duly noted, no more channeling or divine decrees from him tonight.
"Well, wish granted, I think." he laughs faintly, the sound a bit rough, nervous from the unintended consequences even as they fade into nothing more than a blunder. "Now, fashion goddess, where is my stunning toga?" he leans against her shoulder as he reaches for some of the caramel chips.
She says his full name so infrequently that he is at once leashed by the word, the tone nearly irrelevant when the added letters of his name implied enough. He stops, dropping the threat of bile, but the size of the grin he brandishes in return is wide enough to fit every scoop of icecream inside it.
It quickly goes to hell as he proceeds to show off his godly snack powers. Not at first. No, it starts as expected, the pearly giggles of his assisting spirit accompanying the whine of the cupboards that spit forth the desired items. They bob through the air as if on a current, and he's utterly satisfied, content that he's done something. That is, until the draconic scream rips forth, as wrathful as it is sudden. Kaisel flinches, the unexpected keel startling him out of his giddy preening. His hands grip the counter as he's forced to duck slightly, Spice nothing more than a blur of frozen fury above him, howling with all the might of longnight.
He glances apologetically at Spice, straightening a bit as the chaos dims once the spirit fades as the floating snacks have been gathered and stilled on the counter. "Ah," he says with a hand ruffling the back of his hair, the movement calming for the anxiety spike that her assault had given him. "My bad. I'm just the snack herald then, Spice is the snack goddess." Duly noted, no more channeling or divine decrees from him tonight.
"Well, wish granted, I think." he laughs faintly, the sound a bit rough, nervous from the unintended consequences even as they fade into nothing more than a blunder. "Now, fashion goddess, where is my stunning toga?" he leans against her shoulder as he reaches for some of the caramel chips.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
