// Start a tiny riot //
He laughs loud at her display of gold fingers, holding up his hands in immediate surrender. "You don't have to remind me, I know it all too well." She's probably underestimated often, but that's one thing Kaisel is certain to avoid doing. Being held against his will in her grip has taught him that more than a time or two, but it's more than that. It’s the cunning, the relentlessness, the way she always plays to win. She's definitely someone he'd never want to willingly face off against, sometimes not even in jest.
He rolls onto his back, lifting his chin and a hand against the pillow she whips at him like a fastball. It thuds and settles on his chest with the faintest sting, and he claps a hand over it to keep it from being retrieved by her monstrous throwing arm again, as if she doesn't have three more within reach. It soon transitions into a shield that he carefully arranges between them, beginning to inch away with exaggerated caution. "Ay ay ay, no need to stoop to threats so early, the answer is clearly yes and you know it." He's grinning through it though, laughing prematurely, as if he can feel her phantom fingers as she sinks in closer. One leg lifts as he plants a bare foot against her thigh like it might hold her off.
She’s glowing in that way she always does when she’s full of mischief, mile cutting sharp and bright in the low light, her hair all tousled and bright like she’d wrestled the sun and won—and for a moment, he forgets how tired he is. She’s lovely. Everything about her is alive, even in the smallest movements, and he thinks maybe there’s no one else who’s ever made him feel happy quite like this.
"I'm going to ask Ludo to curse you with ticklishness if you keep exploiting this," he warns, eyes caught on the wicked gleam in her eye. His body tenses, ready to bolt—whether to shove her off the bed or sacrifice himself to the floor remains undecided.
He rolls onto his back, lifting his chin and a hand against the pillow she whips at him like a fastball. It thuds and settles on his chest with the faintest sting, and he claps a hand over it to keep it from being retrieved by her monstrous throwing arm again, as if she doesn't have three more within reach. It soon transitions into a shield that he carefully arranges between them, beginning to inch away with exaggerated caution. "Ay ay ay, no need to stoop to threats so early, the answer is clearly yes and you know it." He's grinning through it though, laughing prematurely, as if he can feel her phantom fingers as she sinks in closer. One leg lifts as he plants a bare foot against her thigh like it might hold her off.
She’s glowing in that way she always does when she’s full of mischief, mile cutting sharp and bright in the low light, her hair all tousled and bright like she’d wrestled the sun and won—and for a moment, he forgets how tired he is. She’s lovely. Everything about her is alive, even in the smallest movements, and he thinks maybe there’s no one else who’s ever made him feel happy quite like this.
"I'm going to ask Ludo to curse you with ticklishness if you keep exploiting this," he warns, eyes caught on the wicked gleam in her eye. His body tenses, ready to bolt—whether to shove her off the bed or sacrifice himself to the floor remains undecided.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
