// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Kaisel has always moved through life with a certain self-assuredness that everything will be ok. Maybe not now, but in the end, eventually, because it has to be. Maybe it's the generally peaceful life he's lived thus far, rather at odds with a family of fighters, but he hasn't really found something strong enough to break 'ok' for good. Ok is strong. It doesn't demand too much, so even when you've got a few worn edges, it's easy enough to fold those in and still call it ok. Not good, that's not the aim.
Even now—exiled from his home by the Family, run ragged with terror and exhaustion as they fled and regrouped, a definite low point for him—he believes it’ll still be ok. Either they’ll beat the Family one day, like Ronin believes, or they’ll all die and it won’t matter anyway!
All this to say, it's why you go in for the kiss with the girl, even if you aren't really sure what you are to each other. Attracted—that's enough of a label for now.
Her joy echoes in him, every bounce like a beam of light through a crack. He wants little more than to bring her all the happiness he can, because we all deserve someone in life who would love to see us smile more. Rather pleased with himself that he managed it, his grin broadens, and his heart floats a bit lighter.
He threads his arm through hers, tucking her tight to him as he strikes out for a blind tour of the city with her, the skyport just the start. "Mine's vodka-strawberry with chocolate drizzle, want some?" he offers as he pulls one off with his teeth, holding it like a dog offering a ball, for her to take from him or if she declines, he'll be happy to keep it for himself.
Even now—exiled from his home by the Family, run ragged with terror and exhaustion as they fled and regrouped, a definite low point for him—he believes it’ll still be ok. Either they’ll beat the Family one day, like Ronin believes, or they’ll all die and it won’t matter anyway!
All this to say, it's why you go in for the kiss with the girl, even if you aren't really sure what you are to each other. Attracted—that's enough of a label for now.
Her joy echoes in him, every bounce like a beam of light through a crack. He wants little more than to bring her all the happiness he can, because we all deserve someone in life who would love to see us smile more. Rather pleased with himself that he managed it, his grin broadens, and his heart floats a bit lighter.
He threads his arm through hers, tucking her tight to him as he strikes out for a blind tour of the city with her, the skyport just the start. "Mine's vodka-strawberry with chocolate drizzle, want some?" he offers as he pulls one off with his teeth, holding it like a dog offering a ball, for her to take from him or if she declines, he'll be happy to keep it for himself.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
