I'm like a titan that's risin'
A yawn rises from the heap of blankets Kaisel had pulled over himself to fight off the cold while he waited for Flora to get back.
He'd had enough of cryptic letters, unanswered post, and returned mail. He'd read the notes until the papers had grown thin from fingerprints and continual creasing, and it still remained a confusing mess to him. One thing had been abundantly clear though, he had to fix whatever started to gnaw at Flora. She wouldn't tell him where she was at, but Torchline is where she'd be, and he figured if stayed there long enough he'd cross paths with her. Hell, he'd pack up and move there if that's what it took to track her down and make her talk to him face to face. He'd told Soh before, Flora's got no choice about it, she's not going to lose him, even if she's the one trying to do it.
Finding the Sugar Tide had been easy enough. He'd huffed through every room yelling her name and talking to the air like he expected her to be invisible, but he eventually noticed the lack of Spice and discovered the ship had just been empty. So he'd waited, and waited, and waited. He started propped up against a wall expectantly, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, thumb tracing the folds of her letters like a worry stone, except one that did the opposite and fed his nerves instead of soothing them. Eventually being on such high alert and spun up energy wore out and he dozed off. His lean became a slump against the floor, only having half the wherewithal to gather clothes and throws like nesting material as the cold seeped up through the ground. The Sugar Tide's familiarity and gentle rocking had been comforting, lulling him fully to sleep, something that's been on short supply for him as of late, what with all the emptiness in his room and too many thoughts in his head, which is normally the other way around.
He's awake now though, well rested, and still gunning for that conversation.
He throws off all the blankets with a groan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up and blinks around. This isn't his room? Oh yeah, he's waiting for Flora. SHIT!? What time is it. He leaps up, his backpack forgotten in the pile, the keychain she got him attached but gleaming beneath the buried cloth. He glances out a window, but the most startling thing isn't the time of day, it's the fucking MOUNTAINS????
Still dressed in his gray sweats and a navy shirt, which has an open dragon's mouth over the chest, the 3D kind where the teeth are each a movable piece of stitched-on fabric, he darts through her cabin. His sneakers are quiet over the wood, but his violet windbreaker makes up for it by swishing with every motion. With all the stealth of a sheet of tinfoil wrapped around a dog, Kaisle breaks out of the Sugar Tide's lower deck. His eyes widen as he takes in the scenery in full, a sea of a different kind open before him, endlessly green. Within it, a golden halo where Flora is.
He stumbles off the deck as he disembarks, relief and haste abrasive against one another. He's too focused on closing the distance, on finally seeing her, because she'd been right, it had been too long, and even if she's mad or whatever, he's fucking happy to see her again, regardless of the risk that might pose for him. She looks utterly in her element, peaceful in a way he doesn't often see her wear. It almost feels like he shouldn't intrude yet, should wait even longer, but he can't bear to. He crosses the distance, suddenly unhurried, preferring to admire the way she's soaking up the view. When he gets close enough, if his swishing didn't already give him away, he just softly says, "Hey, Ro."
He'd had enough of cryptic letters, unanswered post, and returned mail. He'd read the notes until the papers had grown thin from fingerprints and continual creasing, and it still remained a confusing mess to him. One thing had been abundantly clear though, he had to fix whatever started to gnaw at Flora. She wouldn't tell him where she was at, but Torchline is where she'd be, and he figured if stayed there long enough he'd cross paths with her. Hell, he'd pack up and move there if that's what it took to track her down and make her talk to him face to face. He'd told Soh before, Flora's got no choice about it, she's not going to lose him, even if she's the one trying to do it.
Finding the Sugar Tide had been easy enough. He'd huffed through every room yelling her name and talking to the air like he expected her to be invisible, but he eventually noticed the lack of Spice and discovered the ship had just been empty. So he'd waited, and waited, and waited. He started propped up against a wall expectantly, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, thumb tracing the folds of her letters like a worry stone, except one that did the opposite and fed his nerves instead of soothing them. Eventually being on such high alert and spun up energy wore out and he dozed off. His lean became a slump against the floor, only having half the wherewithal to gather clothes and throws like nesting material as the cold seeped up through the ground. The Sugar Tide's familiarity and gentle rocking had been comforting, lulling him fully to sleep, something that's been on short supply for him as of late, what with all the emptiness in his room and too many thoughts in his head, which is normally the other way around.
He's awake now though, well rested, and still gunning for that conversation.
He throws off all the blankets with a groan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up and blinks around. This isn't his room? Oh yeah, he's waiting for Flora. SHIT!? What time is it. He leaps up, his backpack forgotten in the pile, the keychain she got him attached but gleaming beneath the buried cloth. He glances out a window, but the most startling thing isn't the time of day, it's the fucking MOUNTAINS????
Still dressed in his gray sweats and a navy shirt, which has an open dragon's mouth over the chest, the 3D kind where the teeth are each a movable piece of stitched-on fabric, he darts through her cabin. His sneakers are quiet over the wood, but his violet windbreaker makes up for it by swishing with every motion. With all the stealth of a sheet of tinfoil wrapped around a dog, Kaisle breaks out of the Sugar Tide's lower deck. His eyes widen as he takes in the scenery in full, a sea of a different kind open before him, endlessly green. Within it, a golden halo where Flora is.
He stumbles off the deck as he disembarks, relief and haste abrasive against one another. He's too focused on closing the distance, on finally seeing her, because she'd been right, it had been too long, and even if she's mad or whatever, he's fucking happy to see her again, regardless of the risk that might pose for him. She looks utterly in her element, peaceful in a way he doesn't often see her wear. It almost feels like he shouldn't intrude yet, should wait even longer, but he can't bear to. He crosses the distance, suddenly unhurried, preferring to admire the way she's soaking up the view. When he gets close enough, if his swishing didn't already give him away, he just softly says, "Hey, Ro."
Kaisel
Show you the harder the battle, the harder I fight
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
