KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
The morning light scatters over the water in uneven slips of gold against the current, looking like coins spilling over distant ground, glinting with the promise of riches if you'd just reach out into the cold sea. Kaisel doesn't see it much, slouched over the little wooden table as he is, one arm hooked over the iron railing that runs alongside it, part of a small patio built in against the side portion of the dock where a restaurant drifts. He looks for all the world like only the strength of the furniture is what's holding him up.
Next to him a plate of shrimp and grits goes uneaten, barely even poked, and a tall glass of iced tea beads with condensation. "Do you think everything is truly fucked now Soh?" he groans more than speaks, the sound muffled as half of it is spoken into the table. He tilts his head, one eye glancing over at Sohalia beneath the askew angle of his shades. "I mean, is there any member of her family left I haven't pissed off at this point, including her?" Maybe writing this letter to express all his feelings to her isn't a good idea after all.
Next to him a plate of shrimp and grits goes uneaten, barely even poked, and a tall glass of iced tea beads with condensation. "Do you think everything is truly fucked now Soh?" he groans more than speaks, the sound muffled as half of it is spoken into the table. He tilts his head, one eye glancing over at Sohalia beneath the askew angle of his shades. "I mean, is there any member of her family left I haven't pissed off at this point, including her?" Maybe writing this letter to express all his feelings to her isn't a good idea after all.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
