Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
There's comfort in her touch. It's always a reassurance to him that he hasn't fucked something up, hasn't pushed someone away—touch. He offers it freely with most people, grounding himself with it, and unlike so many who are tentative to give or receive it, he doesn't shy away from the risk, because at least then it'll tell him something. It's probably his love language too, if he'd bother to consider them all, or consider something like love for himself.
Her foot settles into a much safer spot on his leg instead of brushing against his balls, which had been an equal threat of injury and incitement. He doesn't stir at the addition, and his hands are too busy, focusing on dabbing lotion against his palms. He glances up from his work, copper on teal, and flashes a smile. "It'll cost you one skyship adventure."
His attention drops back to her hands as he takes one into his and pulls the lotion across from wrist to finger tip and back down. His thumbs spin a series of circles into the back of her hands and along the edges of her palms. "Okay, weird, but that actually sounds fun," he admits as she explains. He hums, a thought forming as he flicks his gaze back up to her. "Okay, if you were a cupcake, what part would you be?" It's not a compliment, so he has reason to believe she might roll her eyes and honor him with her answer this time. He smirks though, because it's fucking ridiculous. His gaze shifts back down as he takes her other hand to repeat the lotion application.
"That seems like a wild conclusion to jump to," he says with a sigh as he sets her hands down. It sounds to him like they both had problems with explanations, but yes, his darling cousin has a penchant for foot-in-mouth syndrome. "Sounds like the perfect reason for a do-over," he glances up at her pointedly as he wipes the excess lotion off on the top of her foot.
Her foot settles into a much safer spot on his leg instead of brushing against his balls, which had been an equal threat of injury and incitement. He doesn't stir at the addition, and his hands are too busy, focusing on dabbing lotion against his palms. He glances up from his work, copper on teal, and flashes a smile. "It'll cost you one skyship adventure."
His attention drops back to her hands as he takes one into his and pulls the lotion across from wrist to finger tip and back down. His thumbs spin a series of circles into the back of her hands and along the edges of her palms. "Okay, weird, but that actually sounds fun," he admits as she explains. He hums, a thought forming as he flicks his gaze back up to her. "Okay, if you were a cupcake, what part would you be?" It's not a compliment, so he has reason to believe she might roll her eyes and honor him with her answer this time. He smirks though, because it's fucking ridiculous. His gaze shifts back down as he takes her other hand to repeat the lotion application.
"That seems like a wild conclusion to jump to," he says with a sigh as he sets her hands down. It sounds to him like they both had problems with explanations, but yes, his darling cousin has a penchant for foot-in-mouth syndrome. "Sounds like the perfect reason for a do-over," he glances up at her pointedly as he wipes the excess lotion off on the top of her foot.
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
