I'm like a titan that's risin'
It's not often that Spice has come to his rescue, but he's never been happier to see the pale arrow streaking through the sky, weaponized to his benefit as the alpina rightfully yields to the dragonkind. He's regained his breath and his footing, but one hand rubs absently at the bruise due to form beneath his skin, grimacing slightly as he tries to bury the hurt beneath friction.
It seems it'll be no match against the pain brewing beneath those crossed arms though, her fury palpable now as the confusion gets carted off amongst the wool pronking away. Somehow he keeps standing before the people he cares about the most and in the most diabolical form of torture he can imagine, he must witness every mark of joy crease into rage. He kind of thought it'd be different with her, the way everything else had always been. He thought if he could just get in front of her, just see her, just talk to her, that whatever has been building up would crumble back apart into them. He thought wrong.
"The same part that kept asking you where you were," he says with a steadiness that surprises him, given the quickening pulse that leaps up in response to all the ice she's managing to conjure without Spice. He doesn't shrink from it though, meeting her gaze with a fierce determination to thaw what has grown frozen. "Not exactly comfortable...I was on the floor against the wall. Can't really look all the way left right now." One hand still hangs onto the spot that's bruised, but the other one curls against the back of his neck, pulling on floor-knotted stiffness there. "Not my fault you didn't notice before sailing—" his word catches, because he doesn't actually know where they are, but he drops his alpina hurt and flops a hand out at the hills in gesture of it, "here."
He sighs loudly through his nose, realizing he's getting caght up in details that don't matter, this argument not playful banter to angle for the last word in. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I wanted to talk to you Flora. Tell me what the hell is going on?" His tone drops lower, near enough to pleading, because he doesn't get what flipped all the sudden.
It seems it'll be no match against the pain brewing beneath those crossed arms though, her fury palpable now as the confusion gets carted off amongst the wool pronking away. Somehow he keeps standing before the people he cares about the most and in the most diabolical form of torture he can imagine, he must witness every mark of joy crease into rage. He kind of thought it'd be different with her, the way everything else had always been. He thought if he could just get in front of her, just see her, just talk to her, that whatever has been building up would crumble back apart into them. He thought wrong.
"The same part that kept asking you where you were," he says with a steadiness that surprises him, given the quickening pulse that leaps up in response to all the ice she's managing to conjure without Spice. He doesn't shrink from it though, meeting her gaze with a fierce determination to thaw what has grown frozen. "Not exactly comfortable...I was on the floor against the wall. Can't really look all the way left right now." One hand still hangs onto the spot that's bruised, but the other one curls against the back of his neck, pulling on floor-knotted stiffness there. "Not my fault you didn't notice before sailing—" his word catches, because he doesn't actually know where they are, but he drops his alpina hurt and flops a hand out at the hills in gesture of it, "here."
He sighs loudly through his nose, realizing he's getting caght up in details that don't matter, this argument not playful banter to angle for the last word in. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. I wanted to talk to you Flora. Tell me what the hell is going on?" His tone drops lower, near enough to pleading, because he doesn't get what flipped all the sudden.
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
