C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
He really thought he had Koa on that last one, but his stubborn cousin turns it back around on him, and both of them seem just a bit awful at trying to talk through this. In part because, well, it doesn't really fucking matter what Kaisel thinks, does it? He can weigh in, though Koa hadn't really asked him to, but in the end feelings aren't logical and no one can fully understand how Koa feels except, Koa. So while Kaisel wants to be exasperated and blurt out why does it matter who wants who for dinner first as long as everyone's eating at the end, he just settles for pressing his lips into a frown of concentration. He's trying to understand, gods he's trying, because he can see the pain etched on each line of Koa's face, built into almost every word as it comes from Koa's bruised chest. Kaisel might chafe at Koa's reluctance, but he hasn't felt the bite that would make him twice shy. He has the unshaken confidence of a man who has never been dumped, speaking to one who has only been dumped. Tragically poetic, really—but just fucking annoying in reality.
That frown deepens when Koa utters this new mystery girl's name.
So, not new. Still very mysterious though, because, what?
Kaisel can see Koa hardening as he explains, as if he's aware that this doesn't make sense and he himself can't understand the why behind it all. Kaisel draws in a breath and glances into the depths of the garden, as if he might find answers tucked away among the foliage. There it is though. The answer. Koa keeps talking and Kaisel's attention swings back, finally gaining some understanding of the plague festering inside the fellow Dragoon.
Soh told Koa she loves him.
She told him he matters, and didn't make him wonder about it. Flora... hadn't. Not once had they spoken of Koa while he was in Torchline. If anything, his name had been nothing more than a buffer between them. Kaisel's throat runs dry at the memory of how close they had come to adding another mistake to this, whatever this is (gestures at Koa's love life). Maybe Koa's right to be reluctant, then. Maybe Flora just needs someone, anyone, to fill the Jack-sized hole that had been torn from her. Once the hurricane of loss ends and her wounds mend, would she still need that hole filled by someone else? One hole, sure, but the one in her heart, the one that matters the most.
So, Koa is caught between two choices, each nearly as flawed as the next for the Dragoon. Flora is the sun, bright and warm, something hard to contain but which you feel a desperate need for. Sohalia is the flower, elegant and pleasant, something gentle to hold and which you can cherish with ease. Kaisel would pick the sun, but he doesn't mind that Koa is stuck on flowers. Admittedly, Kaisel would prefer to find a different option—maybe there's some wind out there to try and catch? Koa could always consider that too, he'd do well with some rain.
"Sounds like you have a lot to think about," Kaisel says with a softer smile, the energized rush of earlier dissipating to a quiet pat on his cousin's back. It's the finality of understanding; that there is no easy step to take, and no certainty anyone can offer. Koa will just have to pick—and leap. If he's too afraid of getting hurt, he'll never love again. "I might suggest," he exhales slowly, "that you consider someone other than exes who are best friends... you know, if you have any hope of staying sane in the future."
That frown deepens when Koa utters this new mystery girl's name.
So, not new. Still very mysterious though, because, what?
Kaisel can see Koa hardening as he explains, as if he's aware that this doesn't make sense and he himself can't understand the why behind it all. Kaisel draws in a breath and glances into the depths of the garden, as if he might find answers tucked away among the foliage. There it is though. The answer. Koa keeps talking and Kaisel's attention swings back, finally gaining some understanding of the plague festering inside the fellow Dragoon.
Soh told Koa she loves him.
She told him he matters, and didn't make him wonder about it. Flora... hadn't. Not once had they spoken of Koa while he was in Torchline. If anything, his name had been nothing more than a buffer between them. Kaisel's throat runs dry at the memory of how close they had come to adding another mistake to this, whatever this is (gestures at Koa's love life). Maybe Koa's right to be reluctant, then. Maybe Flora just needs someone, anyone, to fill the Jack-sized hole that had been torn from her. Once the hurricane of loss ends and her wounds mend, would she still need that hole filled by someone else? One hole, sure, but the one in her heart, the one that matters the most.
So, Koa is caught between two choices, each nearly as flawed as the next for the Dragoon. Flora is the sun, bright and warm, something hard to contain but which you feel a desperate need for. Sohalia is the flower, elegant and pleasant, something gentle to hold and which you can cherish with ease. Kaisel would pick the sun, but he doesn't mind that Koa is stuck on flowers. Admittedly, Kaisel would prefer to find a different option—maybe there's some wind out there to try and catch? Koa could always consider that too, he'd do well with some rain.
"Sounds like you have a lot to think about," Kaisel says with a softer smile, the energized rush of earlier dissipating to a quiet pat on his cousin's back. It's the finality of understanding; that there is no easy step to take, and no certainty anyone can offer. Koa will just have to pick—and leap. If he's too afraid of getting hurt, he'll never love again. "I might suggest," he exhales slowly, "that you consider someone other than exes who are best friends... you know, if you have any hope of staying sane in the future."
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
