Kaisel
He laughs with the thrill of triumph, the sound buffeting the sunspun hair by her ear as he whispers, "now, we're a bit more even." He leans back, admiring his success once he's certain he's set her down gently. It's a high that buzzes against his other senses, dulling his sensibilities and setting fire to the nerves that prickle against the fabric and her skin where both their legs are freely exposed. The pressure of her hand on his shoulder holds him briefly, and he feels the absence of her warmth as he peels part of him from her, the chill striking given the Torchline temperatures. His eyes flash to hers, smug. "Says the menace."
A breath, a heartbeat, and the adrenaline ebbs to awareness, that numb prickle fading to a blaze where their bodies still connected. Too aware of her then, in a way he did not want to be, he reared back against her hand and broke them apart, rising quickly. It's likely the after effects of Frey's visit, her echo relentless when he's had nothing but a counter to stroke in her wake.
These are dangerous games, he realizes, and they aren't the ones he wants to be playing. Flora is his friend, and she is Koa's ex. Soon to be non-ex, actually, he hopes, now that Jack seems out of the picture. Not something he'll address with Flora, especially not tonight when it was still so fresh, but it's definitely something he intends to tell Koa as soon as he's back in Stormbreak. He met Flora because of Koa, he liked them together, they were cute—they can be cute again, he thinks, although he doesn't know the details of what broke them apart. Either way, his goal had been to distract Flora, and to best her a bit for starting all of, this in the first place. Mission accomplished. Game over.
"Trust me, you've done enough for me tonight," he mutters in a way that implies he wishes she'd grant him no more 'favors', if that's what this toga could be called. He extends an arm down towards her, an offer to help her back to his feet, oblivious to the other hand that's also reaching out against the gold slip.
A breath, a heartbeat, and the adrenaline ebbs to awareness, that numb prickle fading to a blaze where their bodies still connected. Too aware of her then, in a way he did not want to be, he reared back against her hand and broke them apart, rising quickly. It's likely the after effects of Frey's visit, her echo relentless when he's had nothing but a counter to stroke in her wake.
These are dangerous games, he realizes, and they aren't the ones he wants to be playing. Flora is his friend, and she is Koa's ex. Soon to be non-ex, actually, he hopes, now that Jack seems out of the picture. Not something he'll address with Flora, especially not tonight when it was still so fresh, but it's definitely something he intends to tell Koa as soon as he's back in Stormbreak. He met Flora because of Koa, he liked them together, they were cute—they can be cute again, he thinks, although he doesn't know the details of what broke them apart. Either way, his goal had been to distract Flora, and to best her a bit for starting all of, this in the first place. Mission accomplished. Game over.
"Trust me, you've done enough for me tonight," he mutters in a way that implies he wishes she'd grant him no more 'favors', if that's what this toga could be called. He extends an arm down towards her, an offer to help her back to his feet, oblivious to the other hand that's also reaching out against the gold slip.
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
