Kaisel
It's easy to see how Koa fell for her. She's enchanting, in a beautiful, charming kind of way. She has a softness to her that pairs well with his cousin, though it hadn't been soft enough to handle his heart without bruising it. Kaisel exhales steadily. "That's some bullshit," he mutters in response to her, toes wiggling in the sand. "You're not nothing," he clarifies, a strength of conviction clear in his voice. He tilts his head back to glance at her from his position in the sand; she's sideways with a backdrop of stars, lovely and sad.
"You're still Sohalia the Luminary, to start. You're still my queen. You're still capable and fierce as fuck." His lips press into a thin line of disagreement, and he returns his gaze to the night sky, waiting for his opportunity to wish. "Bad shit happens," he drawls, "you get knocked down you stand back up, even if you need to grab someone's hand to do it." She can't wallow. He's put his hope in her, many of them have. She has to rise and rise again. He'll haul her up if need be. "The Family—they can't remain."
"You're still Sohalia the Luminary, to start. You're still my queen. You're still capable and fierce as fuck." His lips press into a thin line of disagreement, and he returns his gaze to the night sky, waiting for his opportunity to wish. "Bad shit happens," he drawls, "you get knocked down you stand back up, even if you need to grab someone's hand to do it." She can't wallow. He's put his hope in her, many of them have. She has to rise and rise again. He'll haul her up if need be. "The Family—they can't remain."
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
