Kaisel
His lungs burn. His breaths come in ragged bursts. They'd run hard, and they hadn’t stopped until the city of Haulani swallowed them behind its safe barrier. Thanks, Flo-Ro. It's all an attempt to get to a point where they can stop and feel remotely safe, to leave the sound of that voice far, far behind.
He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it. The sound Vox made when Noe broke free. It hadn’t been a scream so much as a sentient dial-up tone dropped into the fishbowl of his skull, resonating until the space between his teeth had opinions. Ordinarily, Vox’s creatively unhinged threats would’ve earned a broad grin and some return fire from Kaisel, if Vox had been anyone else. Nothing about the Family is hilarious, especially not when it feels like they just activated a cursed television set with a personal vendetta.
Even with the fear riding him like a second skin, the relief is there too. Noe is cured. After everything, she’d come back. Yet…she looks like she's still stuck in the shadow of it. Pale and trembling, eyes distant, like she might break if the wind picks up too hard.
Kaisel drifts to her side, slipping an arm gently around her shoulders. Not heavy, just enough to guide and steady. A way to tell her she doesn't have to hold it all herself. "Hey," he says, voice rough, but warm. "You did it. You’re out." A beat, then quieter, "we’re not gonna let him get near you again."
He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it. The sound Vox made when Noe broke free. It hadn’t been a scream so much as a sentient dial-up tone dropped into the fishbowl of his skull, resonating until the space between his teeth had opinions. Ordinarily, Vox’s creatively unhinged threats would’ve earned a broad grin and some return fire from Kaisel, if Vox had been anyone else. Nothing about the Family is hilarious, especially not when it feels like they just activated a cursed television set with a personal vendetta.
Even with the fear riding him like a second skin, the relief is there too. Noe is cured. After everything, she’d come back. Yet…she looks like she's still stuck in the shadow of it. Pale and trembling, eyes distant, like she might break if the wind picks up too hard.
Kaisel drifts to her side, slipping an arm gently around her shoulders. Not heavy, just enough to guide and steady. A way to tell her she doesn't have to hold it all herself. "Hey," he says, voice rough, but warm. "You did it. You’re out." A beat, then quieter, "we’re not gonna let him get near you again."
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
