Kaisel
Yup. He should not have come inside. He should have pulled the reverse vampire and stayed out.
"I KNEW IT!" Kaisel croaks, his voice cracking with the chokehold of terror pressing in on him. It's a nearly tangible thing that crowds in on each breath, heavy in his throat. It creeps up as Niki's unsettling twist of his head flickers in time with the sway of candlelight. It builds when the man phantom lingers behind the salt like a tiger in the reeds. It absolutely runs rampant when that voice slides into something dangerously soft, like a heartbeat thudding beneath floorboards.
It shatters when Niki crosses the salt plane, a massive slug no more.
Niki's merriment, which is so jarring against the tightly wound scream that's inside each of Kaisel's muscles right now, produces something like a wail from Kaisel's throat as he chucks his iron pendant at Niki. He throws it with all the force he can muster, which presently is so frail with uncertainty that he'll be lucky to strike Niki at all. Frozen by his lack of ammunition, the casual question Niki extends is enough to unsettle him in the best way. "Wha—" His wide gaze narrows a bit, and the retreat he's made against the couch cushions relents slightly. "So—you're actually not a ghost?" His eyebrows nestle in his hairline with all the lingering doubt. He must admit though, he's tried three whole things, including asking Niki, and so far the evidence is coming up clearly not-ghost.
"I KNEW IT!" Kaisel croaks, his voice cracking with the chokehold of terror pressing in on him. It's a nearly tangible thing that crowds in on each breath, heavy in his throat. It creeps up as Niki's unsettling twist of his head flickers in time with the sway of candlelight. It builds when the man phantom lingers behind the salt like a tiger in the reeds. It absolutely runs rampant when that voice slides into something dangerously soft, like a heartbeat thudding beneath floorboards.
It shatters when Niki crosses the salt plane, a massive slug no more.
Niki's merriment, which is so jarring against the tightly wound scream that's inside each of Kaisel's muscles right now, produces something like a wail from Kaisel's throat as he chucks his iron pendant at Niki. He throws it with all the force he can muster, which presently is so frail with uncertainty that he'll be lucky to strike Niki at all. Frozen by his lack of ammunition, the casual question Niki extends is enough to unsettle him in the best way. "Wha—" His wide gaze narrows a bit, and the retreat he's made against the couch cushions relents slightly. "So—you're actually not a ghost?" His eyebrows nestle in his hairline with all the lingering doubt. He must admit though, he's tried three whole things, including asking Niki, and so far the evidence is coming up clearly not-ghost.
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
