Well pardon my manners, just something about you turns me to a savage
Her name settles like a petal on the already unsteady glaze of ice over a lake. It shouldn't be enough to splinter it, but after so many days gradually thawing it's just a fragile shell, already spiderwebbing with one weak point after another. So Kaisel sighs with the resignation of knowing that the lake can no longer be crossed on foot.
"Yeah," he says gently, because he knows it's not the answer she wants, it's just the only one he's got. Flora is part of that definition, not that he's trying to turn this into an Alabama affair, but she'd always be important to him, and he's not about to claim otherwise.
Caly already knows it though. He can tell, in the way her hand squeezes back with reassurance, like she'd already worked through this disappointment and could help him along now too. She's kinder than she gives herself credit for, or maybe he'd just almost made it in, to her version of family. "Friends," he murmurs back, not quite able to keep the ache out, the one that's just lost her. Seems neither of them had been willing to risk something today, and that's just the thing, isn't it? You have to be willing to jump for the other person, even if you don't know where you'll land. Seems he'd wade into shark infested waters for one of them, but is looking for a boat just to get across a lake with the other.
"I'd like that," he says, tugging up a half smile as her fingertips trail with lightness against his neck. He reaches up with his own hand to tuck that stray strand of hair that slipped free back behind her ear. "I'm gonna visit you at least weekly though, so I hope you're ready to get sick of me." His grin stretches wider, something bright to hide all the ways he wants to curl up in the grass right now. "And you have to let me help you with projects, and get you food. And oh, you have tell me at least one thing about yourself every time, OR ELSE!" His friendship hangs like a threat between them, and he hopes it's something he gets better at learning how to be, a friend to someone who had been more.
"Yeah," he says gently, because he knows it's not the answer she wants, it's just the only one he's got. Flora is part of that definition, not that he's trying to turn this into an Alabama affair, but she'd always be important to him, and he's not about to claim otherwise.
Caly already knows it though. He can tell, in the way her hand squeezes back with reassurance, like she'd already worked through this disappointment and could help him along now too. She's kinder than she gives herself credit for, or maybe he'd just almost made it in, to her version of family. "Friends," he murmurs back, not quite able to keep the ache out, the one that's just lost her. Seems neither of them had been willing to risk something today, and that's just the thing, isn't it? You have to be willing to jump for the other person, even if you don't know where you'll land. Seems he'd wade into shark infested waters for one of them, but is looking for a boat just to get across a lake with the other.
"I'd like that," he says, tugging up a half smile as her fingertips trail with lightness against his neck. He reaches up with his own hand to tuck that stray strand of hair that slipped free back behind her ear. "I'm gonna visit you at least weekly though, so I hope you're ready to get sick of me." His grin stretches wider, something bright to hide all the ways he wants to curl up in the grass right now. "And you have to let me help you with projects, and get you food. And oh, you have tell me at least one thing about yourself every time, OR ELSE!" His friendship hangs like a threat between them, and he hopes it's something he gets better at learning how to be, a friend to someone who had been more.
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
