// Start a tiny riot //
Her hand in his takes some of the weight away again, helps him breathe a bit easier. It's a steady acknowledgement of her support—something that means more than any beachside plot ever could. His features crease as she explains everything with Koa, and he finds it hard to imagine. Well, some of it. The Commander Koa is a face he knows well, and has seen recently, which he suspects is part of it. His fuck up now affecting her, awesome.
"He was trying to avoid looking at either of you at your party," Kaisel clarifies. "He was there though. For you." As for the other times he can’t seem to look at her, Kaisel doesn’t have a great explanation. His cousin’s never been great at saying what he means. "All I know is, nobody who's fully over someone acts like he does." Whether he wants to be over Flora or not is the part that's still a mystery to Kaisel.
"I don't think it's you he hates," Kaisel adds gently, his eyes closing as her thumb brushes slow, soothing circles across the back of his hand. "Stormbreak was leaderless." Dahlia doesn't count, and Soh, much as she's still queen to him, has not given command. "So he's shouldered some extra responsibilities. And you know how he is about family. Noe being infected. My little lightning adventure." Jack. It's Jack he hates, and all the purple aliens, but no fucking way is Kaisel lending more air to that man's name.
Kaisel huffs a tired breath. "Cut him some slack, yeah? He’s holding so tight to everything right now, just to keep it from falling apart. He doesn’t have room left for anything else." He's been steadily watching the burnout creep up in his cousin, has seen the way his stress remains at its threshold, spilling over faster and easier because there's no where else to put it except out and onto others. Koa's drowning, and everyone just keeps slapping high-fives onto his flailing hands, because normally that's what he'd want.
He glances up, head tilting back as she slides against him with a squish of hair. He forfeits his arm to her without thought, tilting his head to the side and feeling the splay of her golden curls lightly tickle his forehead. Her comfort wraps around him stronger than any words could. In a life full of things breaking loose, she’s one thing that still holds. "Guess I shouldn't be complaining to you," he murmurs. "You don’t have your home either." He pauses, half-serious. "Maybe I should get a boat too. That way I can't lose my home again." Maybe he'll just move in here, because being with her feels like the closest thing. "But yeah. It all sucks." That about sums up everything since the Family arrived. "You're the closest I feel to okay anymore." The words hang heavier than he meant them to, but he doesn't take them back, because they're true.
Something brushes against his face. An eye peeks open. His nose wrinkles, and he goes cross-eyed trying to look at it. A smile creeps back into place just before he snaps at the gummy worm.
"He was trying to avoid looking at either of you at your party," Kaisel clarifies. "He was there though. For you." As for the other times he can’t seem to look at her, Kaisel doesn’t have a great explanation. His cousin’s never been great at saying what he means. "All I know is, nobody who's fully over someone acts like he does." Whether he wants to be over Flora or not is the part that's still a mystery to Kaisel.
"I don't think it's you he hates," Kaisel adds gently, his eyes closing as her thumb brushes slow, soothing circles across the back of his hand. "Stormbreak was leaderless." Dahlia doesn't count, and Soh, much as she's still queen to him, has not given command. "So he's shouldered some extra responsibilities. And you know how he is about family. Noe being infected. My little lightning adventure." Jack. It's Jack he hates, and all the purple aliens, but no fucking way is Kaisel lending more air to that man's name.
Kaisel huffs a tired breath. "Cut him some slack, yeah? He’s holding so tight to everything right now, just to keep it from falling apart. He doesn’t have room left for anything else." He's been steadily watching the burnout creep up in his cousin, has seen the way his stress remains at its threshold, spilling over faster and easier because there's no where else to put it except out and onto others. Koa's drowning, and everyone just keeps slapping high-fives onto his flailing hands, because normally that's what he'd want.
He glances up, head tilting back as she slides against him with a squish of hair. He forfeits his arm to her without thought, tilting his head to the side and feeling the splay of her golden curls lightly tickle his forehead. Her comfort wraps around him stronger than any words could. In a life full of things breaking loose, she’s one thing that still holds. "Guess I shouldn't be complaining to you," he murmurs. "You don’t have your home either." He pauses, half-serious. "Maybe I should get a boat too. That way I can't lose my home again." Maybe he'll just move in here, because being with her feels like the closest thing. "But yeah. It all sucks." That about sums up everything since the Family arrived. "You're the closest I feel to okay anymore." The words hang heavier than he meant them to, but he doesn't take them back, because they're true.
Something brushes against his face. An eye peeks open. His nose wrinkles, and he goes cross-eyed trying to look at it. A smile creeps back into place just before he snaps at the gummy worm.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
