C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
The patch job on the stained glass window earns a quizzical look, steps slowing faintly, though never quite stopping as Kaisel's eye follows the testament of damage as long as he can until it's out of sight. He does stop briefly at the doors, inhaling deeply, rolling his neck, before crossing the threshold into the permanent twilight of the Hanged Man.
It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust from the daylight outside, but as they do he sweeps his gaze over each change that's been made here, not having fully marked it all at the last party here given everything that happened then. He can't really find it in himself to truly appreciate the changes, not knowing that the transfer of ownership wasn't entirely a happy exchange. Like most things she's endured on the behalf of others, he's sure that Flora has layered over the hurt and moved on from it, but that the little mound where she had to bury it sits there at all, because of him, forces a stone to settle in his gut.
He exhales through it, pulling on a smile as he moves towards the bar, remembering all too well the first time he'd seen her back behind it that night. "Caly?" he calls out, placing down the pepper and tamarind flavored vodka on the counter so he could properly lean into it, head craning to spot her around the curve and couple of patrons. He props his head up on an elbow, fisting against his cheek, violet sweater lifting faintly over his black jeans.
It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust from the daylight outside, but as they do he sweeps his gaze over each change that's been made here, not having fully marked it all at the last party here given everything that happened then. He can't really find it in himself to truly appreciate the changes, not knowing that the transfer of ownership wasn't entirely a happy exchange. Like most things she's endured on the behalf of others, he's sure that Flora has layered over the hurt and moved on from it, but that the little mound where she had to bury it sits there at all, because of him, forces a stone to settle in his gut.
He exhales through it, pulling on a smile as he moves towards the bar, remembering all too well the first time he'd seen her back behind it that night. "Caly?" he calls out, placing down the pepper and tamarind flavored vodka on the counter so he could properly lean into it, head craning to spot her around the curve and couple of patrons. He props his head up on an elbow, fisting against his cheek, violet sweater lifting faintly over his black jeans.
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
