Kaisel
"Well," Kaisel begins, a bit breathless as he tries to reassemble all the pieces of him that terror had shattered with its final escape. "Then why is your house this way," he gestures at everything around him, as if it's obvious this is the front cover of Haunted Homes Weekly. He's also about to ask, and why does Flora think you're a ghost? Niki beats him to it though, and a sharp laugh escapes Kaisel. One doesn't meet Flora, one is consumed by her.
"I guess you have a point," he sighs with no lack of grumbles under his breath, certainly in the shape of Flora's name, as he melts back into the couch with a proper sit. He leans over for his tea, if only to steady the wisps of doubt still humming through him, just smoke looking for the exit. His gaze flicks over the teacup to the iron on the ground, part of his lips tugging up at Niki's suggestion. "It's supposed to burn you, or something. I dunno exactly, but ghosts don't like iron, that's what all the stories say anyway. If you can pick it up without problem then you're human," Kaisel shrugs.
"I guess you have a point," he sighs with no lack of grumbles under his breath, certainly in the shape of Flora's name, as he melts back into the couch with a proper sit. He leans over for his tea, if only to steady the wisps of doubt still humming through him, just smoke looking for the exit. His gaze flicks over the teacup to the iron on the ground, part of his lips tugging up at Niki's suggestion. "It's supposed to burn you, or something. I dunno exactly, but ghosts don't like iron, that's what all the stories say anyway. If you can pick it up without problem then you're human," Kaisel shrugs.
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
