Well pardon my manners, just something about you turns me to a savage
There's a sigh that's not quite relief that escapes him as one layer of tension gives way to another. The immediate danger subsides, but his pulse doesn't quiet at this knowledge, not when the girl who is sunlight personified emerges with all the brightness he'd been missing as of late. His every desire is to rush to her, to claim her in his arms and spin her around with all the joy of her standing here again, hold her to his chest with all the fear that he'd let go and she'd slip away again. He doesn't though, and that is a new kind of ache that shudders through him. All this time he'd been apart from her, fed off replayed memories of her birthday, thoughts wondering down various paths, but that had all been in his head. This is real, this is her standing before him, untouchable in a way that his worries had never gotten close to.
"You came," he extends to her instead, the faintest smile appearing. It deepens a bit more as she turns her hands over, disgust plain, and rightfully so. He breaths in, gaze tearing away briefly as he stares at his own blood-stained knuckles. "I got something that can help!" he reassures, glancing around for his bag for a minute before finding it slouching in the grass near the well. Gingerly opening it with what fingers of his are semi-clean, which is mainly his pinkies, and using his teeth to assist, Kaisel dumps the contents out with a shake. Dropping the backpack from between his teeth, he grabs up the bottle of water and his change of shorts. "Here," he says, extending the shorts to her to use as a rag while he holds the bottle ready to pour over her hands. "If we wash it off fast enough, might not stain." Not so bad anyway.
"You came," he extends to her instead, the faintest smile appearing. It deepens a bit more as she turns her hands over, disgust plain, and rightfully so. He breaths in, gaze tearing away briefly as he stares at his own blood-stained knuckles. "I got something that can help!" he reassures, glancing around for his bag for a minute before finding it slouching in the grass near the well. Gingerly opening it with what fingers of his are semi-clean, which is mainly his pinkies, and using his teeth to assist, Kaisel dumps the contents out with a shake. Dropping the backpack from between his teeth, he grabs up the bottle of water and his change of shorts. "Here," he says, extending the shorts to her to use as a rag while he holds the bottle ready to pour over her hands. "If we wash it off fast enough, might not stain." Not so bad anyway.
Kaisel
Got me running in circles around you to please you, I do what I need to
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
