Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
He's holding up about as well as a house of cards on a sailboat drifting into a hurricane. All it'll take is one harmless taunt too many and he'll be part of Gambit's arsenal. She knows that though, so the devastation of the day rests entirely in her hands, and that's a problem for someone who's got an itchy trigger finger. Knowing has made her presence remarkably more dangerous, has turned mistakes into moments, but it's also granted him some better perspective.
If he bothers to think on it much at all, which he's actively trying to avoid doing (Ludo—can he get an item too?), he'll find strength in this knowledge rather than weakness. It arms him with the idea that she doesn't actually want him. Before, he could wonder, but now that's she's said she'd take him there, but doesn't want to either, he can relax. The tension of maybe has snapped into yeah, no. She's lonely, she's hurt, and she needs a rebound, even better if he looks like Koa. She doesn't actually want him though, she just wants something, and that would be a regret for both of them.
Luckily Kaisel is an expert at distracting and ignoring, like an apathetic magician. Much like the nail polish Flora plops down, he'll just paint over all these thoughts, smear some glitter across the worry, pour some lacquer to seal up the wonder. Whenever you're not sure, just add some razzle dazzle and you're cured.
A 'brow quirks up at her question, a grin soon spreading, hungry. A hot goss sesh? Yes please. If she won't let him focus on her positives, then let's focus on everyone else's negatives. "What the fuck is an appreciation event?" he asks as he strips the old polish from her nails with a cottonball and liquid specific to the task. His mom has trained him well over the years. He chuckles heartily at her retelling as he swaps to oil that he dabs along her cuticles, deft and tender with the work. "Let me guess, he was mad at you because you were mad at him?" He shakes his head, as if accustomed to the situation. He doesn't miss the shimmer of fondness that enters her voice though, and again wonders why they're so insistent on ignoring the love they each have for each other.
If he bothers to think on it much at all, which he's actively trying to avoid doing (Ludo—can he get an item too?), he'll find strength in this knowledge rather than weakness. It arms him with the idea that she doesn't actually want him. Before, he could wonder, but now that's she's said she'd take him there, but doesn't want to either, he can relax. The tension of maybe has snapped into yeah, no. She's lonely, she's hurt, and she needs a rebound, even better if he looks like Koa. She doesn't actually want him though, she just wants something, and that would be a regret for both of them.
Luckily Kaisel is an expert at distracting and ignoring, like an apathetic magician. Much like the nail polish Flora plops down, he'll just paint over all these thoughts, smear some glitter across the worry, pour some lacquer to seal up the wonder. Whenever you're not sure, just add some razzle dazzle and you're cured.
A 'brow quirks up at her question, a grin soon spreading, hungry. A hot goss sesh? Yes please. If she won't let him focus on her positives, then let's focus on everyone else's negatives. "What the fuck is an appreciation event?" he asks as he strips the old polish from her nails with a cottonball and liquid specific to the task. His mom has trained him well over the years. He chuckles heartily at her retelling as he swaps to oil that he dabs along her cuticles, deft and tender with the work. "Let me guess, he was mad at you because you were mad at him?" He shakes his head, as if accustomed to the situation. He doesn't miss the shimmer of fondness that enters her voice though, and again wonders why they're so insistent on ignoring the love they each have for each other.
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
