Kaisel
It's an odd feeling, being so small amid something so vast as the sea. It's not wholly comfortable at first, and not just because it's new or risks the passing interest of a shark. It's because it's disarming to be fully at the whim of the tide, nothing more than a visitor to her depths and their insurmountable power. For someone accustomed to regiment and control, yielding to the idea that he's on the cusp of possible annihilation is difficult enough. That he should laugh about it? Almost unthinkable — and yet, weirdly freeing. It's a burst of euphoria that threatens to sweep him away with each thundering wave. For a moment, he wonders if this is what it feels like to be in love, surrendering to something stronger than you and letting it place you on the edge of oblivion.
She swims towards him, all smiles and gold, and he catches her aqua eyes glinting. For a moment, he's certain he sees the entirety of the ocean contained inside them, the promise of destruction and elation in equal measure. The image is lost as her splash freckles salt across his chest and he ducks behind a raised arm too late, the motion only proving to sink him deeper briefly. Legs and hands churn the water on the spot as he recovers and with a delighted laugh of his own he returns a wave of his own making back to her.
She sinks into an ease he isn't capable of giving into yet, parts of him still fighting the tug of the tide as they bob and float like clouds in a reverse sky. "Yet," he mutters, glancing up at Spice to make sure she's still got her hawkeye view for shark spotting. The mild splashes of her kicking feet toss some seawater at his backside and he shivers against its cool, abrupt touch. "You think I'm the bravest?" It's barely a question, more like a smug preen as he watches her drift. "Maybe I ought to take up the name Kaisel Shark Slayer." He tilts his head back and vanishes underwater for a moment, resurfacing with a spray and a hand pulling the water from his face. "I'll take mountains of strawberries by the way. When you think you have enough, you're wrong, there needs to be more." He taps a finger against his palm, as if imagining the plate in his hand already.
His rough grin smooths out as he sees her gentle in the way she did when she became more honest. He holds her with his gaze, needing, craving that authentic support. As much as he thrives on the noise of laughter, it's only there to distract from the moments like this, when he's truly unsure. It's not a good look, doubt, and he manages to suffocate it most of the time. "Well, I mean, if there's a really hot siren out here you could maybe let her eat me," he grins, extending his pinky to lock with hers even as he tries to scatter the softer moment, afraid it might make him evaluate his need for it too much.
She swims towards him, all smiles and gold, and he catches her aqua eyes glinting. For a moment, he's certain he sees the entirety of the ocean contained inside them, the promise of destruction and elation in equal measure. The image is lost as her splash freckles salt across his chest and he ducks behind a raised arm too late, the motion only proving to sink him deeper briefly. Legs and hands churn the water on the spot as he recovers and with a delighted laugh of his own he returns a wave of his own making back to her.
She sinks into an ease he isn't capable of giving into yet, parts of him still fighting the tug of the tide as they bob and float like clouds in a reverse sky. "Yet," he mutters, glancing up at Spice to make sure she's still got her hawkeye view for shark spotting. The mild splashes of her kicking feet toss some seawater at his backside and he shivers against its cool, abrupt touch. "You think I'm the bravest?" It's barely a question, more like a smug preen as he watches her drift. "Maybe I ought to take up the name Kaisel Shark Slayer." He tilts his head back and vanishes underwater for a moment, resurfacing with a spray and a hand pulling the water from his face. "I'll take mountains of strawberries by the way. When you think you have enough, you're wrong, there needs to be more." He taps a finger against his palm, as if imagining the plate in his hand already.
His rough grin smooths out as he sees her gentle in the way she did when she became more honest. He holds her with his gaze, needing, craving that authentic support. As much as he thrives on the noise of laughter, it's only there to distract from the moments like this, when he's truly unsure. It's not a good look, doubt, and he manages to suffocate it most of the time. "Well, I mean, if there's a really hot siren out here you could maybe let her eat me," he grins, extending his pinky to lock with hers even as he tries to scatter the softer moment, afraid it might make him evaluate his need for it too much.
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
