Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Unzipping his mother definitely never felt like this. Every deeper pull down the metal track opens her up more, and there's no denying the allure to her exposed skin. Kaisel's breathing slows a bit, catching on the way the firelight plays against the freshly exposed skin. The expanse of her back is one built with all the right curves, each one a trail for his gaze to follow, a path for his fingers to trace and until he finds the salvation she's preaching about. He can admire it, definitely, but as the fabric falls away, so too does his interest.
Her back doesn't have that perfect divot where his hand fits, like Flora's does. There's no familiar scars worn with quiet bravery, no echoes of the tracks where he once pressed his lips, no sweat beading against sunkissed skin and a halo of frozen mist shivering against it. This is not the back he dreams about, and it's not even the one built of starlight that he felt through a golden dress next to burgers on a breathless night.
The tail, like an errant cat that knows you don't like them and therefore has taken to adopting you, does nothing but push the illusion of Charlie further away. Kaisel only wants one thing tonight, and that's to complete the quest that he means to be for Flora. His hand swats at the tail absently, "mm, no, the dress is rather well made. Now, do you need further assistance getting to the bed, or might I resume getting into the zone?"
Her back doesn't have that perfect divot where his hand fits, like Flora's does. There's no familiar scars worn with quiet bravery, no echoes of the tracks where he once pressed his lips, no sweat beading against sunkissed skin and a halo of frozen mist shivering against it. This is not the back he dreams about, and it's not even the one built of starlight that he felt through a golden dress next to burgers on a breathless night.
The tail, like an errant cat that knows you don't like them and therefore has taken to adopting you, does nothing but push the illusion of Charlie further away. Kaisel only wants one thing tonight, and that's to complete the quest that he means to be for Flora. His hand swats at the tail absently, "mm, no, the dress is rather well made. Now, do you need further assistance getting to the bed, or might I resume getting into the zone?"
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
