Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
This is the Koa he remembers from before the war, before the Family, where life stacked responsibilities and worries like a house of cards. The one that could put a smile on your face, no matter how dire the conversation, how stiff the mood. Not that they had swung quite so far into such gravity here, but it brings a lightness to Kaisel all the same.
His laughter echoes over the rocks, snatched away by the rolling breeze that ebbs around the floating pieces and tumbles down beyond clouds and certainty. The islands shift subtly beneath their feet, suspended by mystery and memory, each one a stone in the mosaic of their youth. Up here, it feels like time forgets to pass. It leaves him too breathless, too relaxed, so that when Koa dances in he barely sways back, falling into the grip too easily.
For a moment, it's just them again, testing their limits amid dreams and jokes. No stakes, no heartbreaks, no reason not to laugh.
"Hey! I hit you, your turn," he demands as he leans more into Koa's arms, trying to smother his cousin’s movement with dead weight. He attempts to wrest one arm free enough to weakly jab it into Koa's side. "Just tell me you made a decision," he chides affectionately, "or is the saga still going and I should tune in next party?" His legs kick out ungracefully behind him in a flailing effort to break the hold, though it’s unclear if he’s actually trying or just being difficult for the sake of it.
3/4 dodged the jab but gets grappled, tries to jab Koa's side during it
His laughter echoes over the rocks, snatched away by the rolling breeze that ebbs around the floating pieces and tumbles down beyond clouds and certainty. The islands shift subtly beneath their feet, suspended by mystery and memory, each one a stone in the mosaic of their youth. Up here, it feels like time forgets to pass. It leaves him too breathless, too relaxed, so that when Koa dances in he barely sways back, falling into the grip too easily.
For a moment, it's just them again, testing their limits amid dreams and jokes. No stakes, no heartbreaks, no reason not to laugh.
"Hey! I hit you, your turn," he demands as he leans more into Koa's arms, trying to smother his cousin’s movement with dead weight. He attempts to wrest one arm free enough to weakly jab it into Koa's side. "Just tell me you made a decision," he chides affectionately, "or is the saga still going and I should tune in next party?" His legs kick out ungracefully behind him in a flailing effort to break the hold, though it’s unclear if he’s actually trying or just being difficult for the sake of it.
3/4 dodged the jab but gets grappled, tries to jab Koa's side during it
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
