Everybody sour like a lemon tree
A glare cuts over his shoulder towards Vesper, a brief shift off Calypso before it returns, his jeer starting to dig under Kaisel's skin now that his hackles are beginning to lift. The offer is an immediate wedge in his throat, something too big to choke down or cough up, but he'd do it, if he had to. Thankfully (?) Caly isn't asking him to though, doesn't seem interested in the offer even, because as she clearly spells it out now, it's not about Jack.
Her hands in his feel more like ice than they had managed to even in Halo. Her smile returns, but it's not the soft one he recognizes, too full of teeth and all their corners. It's even colder when they're gone, and his fingers remain in the air where they were, holding onto the ghost of her.
"What?" he repeats, clarity still not quite settling. "I never picked her over you," he breathes, voice gone low with the sudden twist he feels in his gut, like something leaden has settled and disagrees with him. "The dance—" his voice starts to climb, eyes widening with the recognition at last that she's stepping back from him, that all her warmth has blown away beneath his words.
Something in her shifts a bit more. Something hardens, enough that it almost reflects back at him, metal glinting in the right light. It's softer than he expects, the blade she delivers to his chest with her dismissal of him.
No no no no no, not like this, not over this, not on her fucking birthday, not ever. He wants nothing but her happiness, wants even more to be the one to deliver it. He won't go, not like this, he won't leave her like this. "The dance was just a promise I was keeping!" He steps forward again, unrelenting, though his gestures are getting bigger with the urgent need for her to understand. "I told you I always keep those. Want me to prove it? Ask me for a promise, I'll keep it, for you."
Her hands in his feel more like ice than they had managed to even in Halo. Her smile returns, but it's not the soft one he recognizes, too full of teeth and all their corners. It's even colder when they're gone, and his fingers remain in the air where they were, holding onto the ghost of her.
"What?" he repeats, clarity still not quite settling. "I never picked her over you," he breathes, voice gone low with the sudden twist he feels in his gut, like something leaden has settled and disagrees with him. "The dance—" his voice starts to climb, eyes widening with the recognition at last that she's stepping back from him, that all her warmth has blown away beneath his words.
Something in her shifts a bit more. Something hardens, enough that it almost reflects back at him, metal glinting in the right light. It's softer than he expects, the blade she delivers to his chest with her dismissal of him.
No no no no no, not like this, not over this, not on her fucking birthday, not ever. He wants nothing but her happiness, wants even more to be the one to deliver it. He won't go, not like this, he won't leave her like this. "The dance was just a promise I was keeping!" He steps forward again, unrelenting, though his gestures are getting bigger with the urgent need for her to understand. "I told you I always keep those. Want me to prove it? Ask me for a promise, I'll keep it, for you."
Kaisel
I'm just smiling down upon my enemies
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
