// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
A bit of tension eases when she answers him, even if there’s an edge to it, even if it’s exactly what he didn’t want to hear said aloud. Still, she frames it well—whether for his benefit or her own. She makes it sound like each conversation had been necessary. Though, that’s the trick, isn’t it? Want something bad enough, even poison, and you’ll find a way to dress up want as need. The mind doesn’t even need permission, it disguises reality until you’re comfortable enough to believe it—just long enough to feel good.
"Didn't know Torchline was such a small place," he says dryly, "guess I really will have to watch my back around here if bumping into him is that easy." He doesn't miss the stress she places on the way these talks all happened in the past, suggesting she isn't planning to talk to him again any time soon, but Kaisel suspects that won't be the truth. Even if she doesn't mean to, she will. Because he's the one who left her, so her heart's still in it. Beaten up and bruised, sure, but still there, a part of it at least. Pain only lasts so long; it has to fade or you can't keep waking up every day and dealing with it. Your mind will start to build something around it all, to protect you, and looking back on it with that rosy tint sure feels a lot better than the stark truth of it.
Kaisel smirks, the heat, all the heat, starting to subside. "Yeah, when I met him on the beach, he was nice too." So she's not talking to him again, not exactly. But, she's not over him. She's not back under him though, and that's something he supposes.
He reaches out for her hand as she fidgets with her jewelry, just needing the touch, the reassurance that they're good now. That she got out everything that she wanted to yell at him about, and that he, weirdly, got out his annoyance that she still thinks so highly of her ex, something that he might realize later shouldn't have bothered him so much in the first place. Measuring strength and coming up short is never Kaisel's preference, and seeing his friends hurt is even lower on the list, but he wouldn't normally attempt to pick a fight over it.
"Didn't know Torchline was such a small place," he says dryly, "guess I really will have to watch my back around here if bumping into him is that easy." He doesn't miss the stress she places on the way these talks all happened in the past, suggesting she isn't planning to talk to him again any time soon, but Kaisel suspects that won't be the truth. Even if she doesn't mean to, she will. Because he's the one who left her, so her heart's still in it. Beaten up and bruised, sure, but still there, a part of it at least. Pain only lasts so long; it has to fade or you can't keep waking up every day and dealing with it. Your mind will start to build something around it all, to protect you, and looking back on it with that rosy tint sure feels a lot better than the stark truth of it.
Kaisel smirks, the heat, all the heat, starting to subside. "Yeah, when I met him on the beach, he was nice too." So she's not talking to him again, not exactly. But, she's not over him. She's not back under him though, and that's something he supposes.
He reaches out for her hand as she fidgets with her jewelry, just needing the touch, the reassurance that they're good now. That she got out everything that she wanted to yell at him about, and that he, weirdly, got out his annoyance that she still thinks so highly of her ex, something that he might realize later shouldn't have bothered him so much in the first place. Measuring strength and coming up short is never Kaisel's preference, and seeing his friends hurt is even lower on the list, but he wouldn't normally attempt to pick a fight over it.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
