Kaisel
His body trembles. At first, its the tremor of something roused but not released, a river crashing against a newfound dam, wild and hungry. Swiftly though, it morphs into the shakes of laughter, a mad, runaway sound with no end in sight. His fit is loud, at first, when there's still air in his lungs (somehow after Frey stole it all with a glance), and then it quiets into silence except for the slap of his palm on the counter, a beg to breathe. He finds the strength to turn his head, and presses his forehead against the cooling surface for a moment, his humor breathy and hot around his face. Gradually he quiets, and rotates to prop himself up on his chin. Though, he can't see her from there, just the length of her thigh against the stone, the shorts invisible beneath the hang of her shirt. It'll have to do—he hasn't recovered enough to rise more than that, so he speaks to her skin. "I'll never take the last of anything from you ever again, I swear it." A hand lifts, barely, in surrender and promise.
If this is the might she's willing to unleash over icecream, gods help anyone who tries to defy something more important to her.
Her threat invigorates him and he pops up, although there's a languid lean to his arms as they prop him up, that crutch still necessary for the time being. His head bows for a moment between his stretched out arms, hair askew and forehead glistening with a sweat that doesn't feel deserved for simply succumbing to the defeat of these women (at least one woman). His eyes seem to pull his head up as he places them on her happily snacking face. He is done in—but there is nothing other than an appreciative gleam for her mischief in his gaze, though his expression begs otherwise with a taut set to his lips and voice. "Woman, have mercy, you win, what more proof do you need?" He lifts one hand to gesture at his attire. Fabulous, yes, that is a word for it. There's no denying its, what did she call it, delusional grandeur vibes, though it's a stark contrast to his normal fit. His jaw flexes as he resists setting his teeth together too harshly. Does she need him to beg? He would do it, if only to still her hand from ever summoning Frey again. He is not sure he can contain himself again around the goddess, and he'd never live that down.
"We are going shopping first thing in the morning." He points accusingly at her, then seems to beckon for a chip, widening his mouth for her to aim at.
If this is the might she's willing to unleash over icecream, gods help anyone who tries to defy something more important to her.
Her threat invigorates him and he pops up, although there's a languid lean to his arms as they prop him up, that crutch still necessary for the time being. His head bows for a moment between his stretched out arms, hair askew and forehead glistening with a sweat that doesn't feel deserved for simply succumbing to the defeat of these women (at least one woman). His eyes seem to pull his head up as he places them on her happily snacking face. He is done in—but there is nothing other than an appreciative gleam for her mischief in his gaze, though his expression begs otherwise with a taut set to his lips and voice. "Woman, have mercy, you win, what more proof do you need?" He lifts one hand to gesture at his attire. Fabulous, yes, that is a word for it. There's no denying its, what did she call it, delusional grandeur vibes, though it's a stark contrast to his normal fit. His jaw flexes as he resists setting his teeth together too harshly. Does she need him to beg? He would do it, if only to still her hand from ever summoning Frey again. He is not sure he can contain himself again around the goddess, and he'd never live that down.
"We are going shopping first thing in the morning." He points accusingly at her, then seems to beckon for a chip, widening his mouth for her to aim at.
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
