// Start a tiny riot //
He sees it then—the shimmering glass—just as her voice slides through the dark, the pillows onboard in such excess she can use them as ammunition. He braces faintly, half-catching it as it thuds against him with a soft poof, the air of it sending up all the aromas of her. His concern breaks into something that's been waiting, and every bit of tension melts away into a bleary, goofy smile. "Helpful as ever, Spice," he salutes to her sarcastically as he steps towards what looks like the sad aftermath of a failed pillow fort.
He tosses his pillow down with the rest, flopping against it with a loud sigh, limbs flopping out in an exaggerated sprawl. "Good," he says as he glances out the way she is, towards moonlit sea and the steady blaze of the night. "Knew you would be," he murmurs, affection edging into his voice. He had to believe it—anything else, he couldn’t dwell on. As for not being able to sleep, big mood. "Y'know," he drawls after a moment, "I've played lots of chicken, and I don't think I've ever seen that version of it before."
"That's almost a good idea, except for the part where you're at your literal house, with a visible dragon and drink." He might not be a detective, but he did find her after all. The teasing quiets into something more solemn though, that creeps into the set of his jaw. They could find her, seemed would find her. She escaped today, but what about tomorrow? What about all the other days? Fuck.
He tosses his pillow down with the rest, flopping against it with a loud sigh, limbs flopping out in an exaggerated sprawl. "Good," he says as he glances out the way she is, towards moonlit sea and the steady blaze of the night. "Knew you would be," he murmurs, affection edging into his voice. He had to believe it—anything else, he couldn’t dwell on. As for not being able to sleep, big mood. "Y'know," he drawls after a moment, "I've played lots of chicken, and I don't think I've ever seen that version of it before."
"That's almost a good idea, except for the part where you're at your literal house, with a visible dragon and drink." He might not be a detective, but he did find her after all. The teasing quiets into something more solemn though, that creeps into the set of his jaw. They could find her, seemed would find her. She escaped today, but what about tomorrow? What about all the other days? Fuck.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
