Kaisel
The words, make yourself at home, ought to be a comfort, but in this situation coming from a maybe-ghost, they sound a bit more like an ominous command, like this will be his home now forever more so he best get used to it. Kaisel glances warily over his shoulder as Niki rattles away, seeming to prefer the drag of a foot over chains for his phantasmal theatrics.
He wastes no time unscrewing the salt lid and drizzling a small white line at the entry way into the room as soon as Niki is absent. He's cautious to keep it a solid line and not let the grains spill too wildly, but he's unsteady with his wayward worry about it all and has to sweep the line back into shape once or twice with his palm. Keeping an ear out for the return thumping, because what else would things in the night do, he finishes up and settles on the couch with all the nonchalance he can muster. Though, his ass is perched closer to the edge, and the wiggle of his foot as it crosses over the knee is testament to the lack of relaxation. His hands are in his lap, one coiled around the silver charm like it means the world to him.
"Word in the woods is that it happened again," he calls down the hall, not wanting to let silence linger too long, like it might lend power to things he'd rather stay weak. "A Family attack against her," he clarifies a bit. "That's why I wrote her, but she said she's okay, so I assume people got the news wrong." That does beg him to wonder what sort of attack happened that started the kernel of the rumor mill.
He wastes no time unscrewing the salt lid and drizzling a small white line at the entry way into the room as soon as Niki is absent. He's cautious to keep it a solid line and not let the grains spill too wildly, but he's unsteady with his wayward worry about it all and has to sweep the line back into shape once or twice with his palm. Keeping an ear out for the return thumping, because what else would things in the night do, he finishes up and settles on the couch with all the nonchalance he can muster. Though, his ass is perched closer to the edge, and the wiggle of his foot as it crosses over the knee is testament to the lack of relaxation. His hands are in his lap, one coiled around the silver charm like it means the world to him.
"Word in the woods is that it happened again," he calls down the hall, not wanting to let silence linger too long, like it might lend power to things he'd rather stay weak. "A Family attack against her," he clarifies a bit. "That's why I wrote her, but she said she's okay, so I assume people got the news wrong." That does beg him to wonder what sort of attack happened that started the kernel of the rumor mill.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
