I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
"Isn't that part of the fun? Bark digging into you and not caring enough to stop, bog bites to mark it all later?" he's only half serious, because that sounds awful and he doesn't really intend to fuck in a forest anyway. That said, there's something authentic to the real thing, where the need to melt into each other supersedes all other threats and comforts or lack thereof. He'd not have picked a burger stand and ketchup stains either, but it certainly made the evening stand out more than all the rushed moments in his bedroom when his parents were out.
He is not, in fact, well versed on the magic of this particular brothel (although they all have a sort of magic to them), so when the sea and forest shrink and reappear as a red room instead, his mouth does hang open a bit. This is in part because, whoa, maybe the room is fancier than he first gave it credit for. But also because, is that the kind of room Flora would want? Not that he has any business thinking about that, but it sinks in like something he might revisit some other day.
With the less provocative room returned and salve in hand, he's unscrewing the lid, ready to try to grant Flora some relief in this small manner since nothing else seems to have worked. Though according to her, probably neither would this. What'd she say about motions that makes others feel better?
He glances up at her question though, lips pressing back with a frown and a flick of his gaze back to the salve like he must suddenly study it's opening mechanism intently. "I mean—" a breath gathered, not meaning to dive in this here, or now, or maybe ever, least of all with her. He doesn't like to share what's bothering him, but he's not great at holding onto it either once someone asks. He doesn't mean to just spill everything all the time, but he always fills it up too high and it all becomes too easy to knock over. Doesn't matter now anyway, he already tipped the cup when he could have just pretended her idea was a good one. "She got pissed at me, for the whole thing with Jack." One day he'll manage to talk to Flora without either of them mentioning her ex.
"I mean he was at her birthday party, and I didn't think he would be, so it took me by surprise and I made a bit of a scene..." his gaze flicks guiltily towards her. "I really didn't try to, but she asked what was going on between us so I told her."
He is not, in fact, well versed on the magic of this particular brothel (although they all have a sort of magic to them), so when the sea and forest shrink and reappear as a red room instead, his mouth does hang open a bit. This is in part because, whoa, maybe the room is fancier than he first gave it credit for. But also because, is that the kind of room Flora would want? Not that he has any business thinking about that, but it sinks in like something he might revisit some other day.
With the less provocative room returned and salve in hand, he's unscrewing the lid, ready to try to grant Flora some relief in this small manner since nothing else seems to have worked. Though according to her, probably neither would this. What'd she say about motions that makes others feel better?
He glances up at her question though, lips pressing back with a frown and a flick of his gaze back to the salve like he must suddenly study it's opening mechanism intently. "I mean—" a breath gathered, not meaning to dive in this here, or now, or maybe ever, least of all with her. He doesn't like to share what's bothering him, but he's not great at holding onto it either once someone asks. He doesn't mean to just spill everything all the time, but he always fills it up too high and it all becomes too easy to knock over. Doesn't matter now anyway, he already tipped the cup when he could have just pretended her idea was a good one. "She got pissed at me, for the whole thing with Jack." One day he'll manage to talk to Flora without either of them mentioning her ex.
"I mean he was at her birthday party, and I didn't think he would be, so it took me by surprise and I made a bit of a scene..." his gaze flicks guiltily towards her. "I really didn't try to, but she asked what was going on between us so I told her."
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
