I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
She's convinced herself she's the shade and not the sun. He can't fully see it yet, doesn't realize just how many internal scars she's carved into herself, as if every choice she's made can only be sparkling and perfect or else she is the worst. He can see enough though, especially when she glances away quickly, when she withdraws again like all his attempts to press in something warm have been too hot on skin too sensitive for anything but room temp.
As she folds in on herself, Kaisel lets her hand slip from his. If she needs the space, he'll give it, but he refuses to break the other tethers. He keeps his foot tangled with hers in the water, solid and quiet, his shoulder still nudged against hers. It's all a promise that he's not going anywhere. If she demands more space, he'll yield that too, and if she kicks him out of the room, he'll sleep outside the door.
He glances at the ocean around them, shaking his head a bit as she talks. "You also the reason the birds fly?" he asks with a lift of his 'brows, skeptical. "Are you why the trees lose their leaves?" He's quiet for a moment, not really expecting an answer, but letting the point settle. "Flora, you are not in responsible for what other people choose to do, unless you've laced their food with one of your black market curses or got some mind melting magic in one of those rings." It's like she's blaming herself for the sun having to set every day.
"People make their own choices. We take risks sometimes and we choose to live or to love in dozens of different ways for hundreds of different reasons. And sometimes... that means someone gets hurt. A lot of times, actually, because life hurts." You can even get hurt by never leaving your house and staying all closed up like a hermit. Varying degrees of hurt, sure. Dropping soap on your foot isn't the same as being murdered by a member of the Family, but it's still pain.
"So, I don't see how you're the one who's in charge of everyone's decisions or pain all the sudden." He squishes her toe between his, insistent. "Even if you were, I'm not going anywhere Flora. You belong to me too, and nothing's gonna change that." For all the ways Jack is spilled across her and lingering, she's something in him he'll never be rid of. He'd rather take all the knocked over soda and soaked in beer that's set in because of her than something clean and empty. He wants to know what being hurt by her is like, because then it reaffirms something bigger than him matters.
As she folds in on herself, Kaisel lets her hand slip from his. If she needs the space, he'll give it, but he refuses to break the other tethers. He keeps his foot tangled with hers in the water, solid and quiet, his shoulder still nudged against hers. It's all a promise that he's not going anywhere. If she demands more space, he'll yield that too, and if she kicks him out of the room, he'll sleep outside the door.
He glances at the ocean around them, shaking his head a bit as she talks. "You also the reason the birds fly?" he asks with a lift of his 'brows, skeptical. "Are you why the trees lose their leaves?" He's quiet for a moment, not really expecting an answer, but letting the point settle. "Flora, you are not in responsible for what other people choose to do, unless you've laced their food with one of your black market curses or got some mind melting magic in one of those rings." It's like she's blaming herself for the sun having to set every day.
"People make their own choices. We take risks sometimes and we choose to live or to love in dozens of different ways for hundreds of different reasons. And sometimes... that means someone gets hurt. A lot of times, actually, because life hurts." You can even get hurt by never leaving your house and staying all closed up like a hermit. Varying degrees of hurt, sure. Dropping soap on your foot isn't the same as being murdered by a member of the Family, but it's still pain.
"So, I don't see how you're the one who's in charge of everyone's decisions or pain all the sudden." He squishes her toe between his, insistent. "Even if you were, I'm not going anywhere Flora. You belong to me too, and nothing's gonna change that." For all the ways Jack is spilled across her and lingering, she's something in him he'll never be rid of. He'd rather take all the knocked over soda and soaked in beer that's set in because of her than something clean and empty. He wants to know what being hurt by her is like, because then it reaffirms something bigger than him matters.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
