// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
She launches into the lecture while he rolls the candy-from-hell to his other cheek. The small touch against his tongue is an instant regret as the already angry skin flares against the source. He gestures forward and then out with both arms as she demands a question he can't answer. Although, her own conclusion is pretty spot on. Truth be told, he hadn't been thinking much beyond getting in some good digs at Jack, which at the time had seemed easy enough and also non-lethal, you know, like most people are.
Although he's begun to turn a shade of red, not due to sun or shame, he manages to roll his eyes in exaggerated fashion when she calls ~ Jack Barcaly's ~ eyes a pretty blue. If he wasn't already gagged he'd demand it now. One eye squints shut and he's now actively rolling the candy from one side to the other in his mouth. There's nowhere good to put it, everything hurts now, but keeping it in motion seems like the only way to provide some relief, however short. Even so, stubbornly Kaisel puts his hands on his hips in response to her increasing volume, leaning forward with the energy of the scolding. One foot taps the ground, because all he's hearing is how fucking GREAT Jack is. He can't tell now if the rising nausea is from the obscene amount of spice or the way she's fucking glazing the dickhead.
She asks him another question, and as she leans in for the answer he throws his hands up, head sagging back for a minute, although that drips the fire-touched saliva down his throat far too fast and he leans forward with a cheek-puffing cough as she continues. Tears rim his eyes, the one's remained closed, and he sucks in breaths through his nose in steady, short puffs. Still, he finds the rebuke to slap the back of one hand repeatedly against one of his palms, jabbing them both towards her in a clear sign that she's the one who made this worse then.
Huffing loudly through his nose as she resumes listing all the incredible things fucking Jackoff can do, Kaisel crosses his arms and tests if his teeth can damage the fireball of pain and punishment yet. They glide off, carving an extra spicy swell in his mouth that gathers all the saliva in his mouth like a flood. He sucks it down, face scrunching with the effort as now his throat begins to burn, as his breath becomes tickled with the heat.
Some sort of muffled sound cuts free from him and he grabs at the edges of his shirt in clear disbelief that she'd call this ugly. He wishes that had been her most cutting remark. Wants to pretend it is, because that's a lot easier than the knowledge that Jack left him alive by choice, something Kaisel has had to admit to, much as it burns in equal measure to this fucking candy. It's not been easy to accept just how different their power is, how weak he is to do...anything. Makes a bit more sense now, how she could fall for a guy like that. Jack wouldn't end up kissing sand if he made a point to stand up for her.
All the energy to argue back with her fades then. Her stare earns a resigned sigh and he glances away. Yeah, he gets it. He's nothing, just like Jack said, just like he proved.
Her abrupt hug pushes him back against the railing, and for a moment he's too startled to return it, having expected more lashes for all his poor choices. Also because it's hard to see through the tears, all of which he's pretty certain are just from the spice, but who's to say at this point. His arms do wrap around her in turn though, holding her tight against him, unwilling to release until she does.
He didn't mean for...this.
Although he's begun to turn a shade of red, not due to sun or shame, he manages to roll his eyes in exaggerated fashion when she calls ~ Jack Barcaly's ~ eyes a pretty blue. If he wasn't already gagged he'd demand it now. One eye squints shut and he's now actively rolling the candy from one side to the other in his mouth. There's nowhere good to put it, everything hurts now, but keeping it in motion seems like the only way to provide some relief, however short. Even so, stubbornly Kaisel puts his hands on his hips in response to her increasing volume, leaning forward with the energy of the scolding. One foot taps the ground, because all he's hearing is how fucking GREAT Jack is. He can't tell now if the rising nausea is from the obscene amount of spice or the way she's fucking glazing the dickhead.
She asks him another question, and as she leans in for the answer he throws his hands up, head sagging back for a minute, although that drips the fire-touched saliva down his throat far too fast and he leans forward with a cheek-puffing cough as she continues. Tears rim his eyes, the one's remained closed, and he sucks in breaths through his nose in steady, short puffs. Still, he finds the rebuke to slap the back of one hand repeatedly against one of his palms, jabbing them both towards her in a clear sign that she's the one who made this worse then.
Huffing loudly through his nose as she resumes listing all the incredible things fucking Jackoff can do, Kaisel crosses his arms and tests if his teeth can damage the fireball of pain and punishment yet. They glide off, carving an extra spicy swell in his mouth that gathers all the saliva in his mouth like a flood. He sucks it down, face scrunching with the effort as now his throat begins to burn, as his breath becomes tickled with the heat.
Some sort of muffled sound cuts free from him and he grabs at the edges of his shirt in clear disbelief that she'd call this ugly. He wishes that had been her most cutting remark. Wants to pretend it is, because that's a lot easier than the knowledge that Jack left him alive by choice, something Kaisel has had to admit to, much as it burns in equal measure to this fucking candy. It's not been easy to accept just how different their power is, how weak he is to do...anything. Makes a bit more sense now, how she could fall for a guy like that. Jack wouldn't end up kissing sand if he made a point to stand up for her.
All the energy to argue back with her fades then. Her stare earns a resigned sigh and he glances away. Yeah, he gets it. He's nothing, just like Jack said, just like he proved.
Her abrupt hug pushes him back against the railing, and for a moment he's too startled to return it, having expected more lashes for all his poor choices. Also because it's hard to see through the tears, all of which he's pretty certain are just from the spice, but who's to say at this point. His arms do wrap around her in turn though, holding her tight against him, unwilling to release until she does.
He didn't mean for...this.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
