Honey wherever you go, I know
Why? That's always the question. One he asks even of himself, as though he's not always in on every secret or decision he makes either. "I—don't know," he admits softly, tired with the truth of it and all the lack of sense and closure it provides. Maybe, like him, Koa thought that if Flora was unobtainable, he'd learn to love someone else, and in that Koa succeeded. Kaisel is certain that his cousin does feel strongly for Soh, that he means to care for her with more than just words and misconstrued actions, he's just so scared to do it wrong he's not even attempting to do it right. Fear is ever the thief of joy.
The soft brush of her lips to his cheek, so gentle and light in contrast to the tight and heavy stone gathering in his gut, pulls him back a bit. It's a cut of light against this overhanging shadow, something that rescues him gradually, and slowly he turns his head back towards her. The idea she gives breath to though, it starts so small and quiet, but blazes only need a spark to start, and this one flares hot and bright the moment it hits him. "No." It comes out careless with its urgency, half-strangled with something bitter and fierce.
"No," he says clearer, steadier, tugging her all the way over onto him. He wants the full press of her, the scatter of her pulse chest to chest, the sway of each inhale through them. Only when he has her, does a sound like relief part from him. His hands lift to grab each side of her face, gentle but firm, thumbs smoothing across her cheekbones for a moment. There's a wild intensity to the stare he sets upon her, unflinching with his feeling about this. "I never want to hide how I feel about you again." He nearly growls with the conviction of it, the sound rising up from the depths of him. "They can deal with it."
Whatever he had to face, he would, to keep this intact.
The soft brush of her lips to his cheek, so gentle and light in contrast to the tight and heavy stone gathering in his gut, pulls him back a bit. It's a cut of light against this overhanging shadow, something that rescues him gradually, and slowly he turns his head back towards her. The idea she gives breath to though, it starts so small and quiet, but blazes only need a spark to start, and this one flares hot and bright the moment it hits him. "No." It comes out careless with its urgency, half-strangled with something bitter and fierce.
"No," he says clearer, steadier, tugging her all the way over onto him. He wants the full press of her, the scatter of her pulse chest to chest, the sway of each inhale through them. Only when he has her, does a sound like relief part from him. His hands lift to grab each side of her face, gentle but firm, thumbs smoothing across her cheekbones for a moment. There's a wild intensity to the stare he sets upon her, unflinching with his feeling about this. "I never want to hide how I feel about you again." He nearly growls with the conviction of it, the sound rising up from the depths of him. "They can deal with it."
Whatever he had to face, he would, to keep this intact.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
