// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Well, maybe tonight won't change her mind, but at least she heard it again. "I hope you don't go mad with power now and apply all your high fashion standards to the city. I'd hate to see the soldiers required to wear feather boas." The amusement resonating in his voice betrays his words, because he'd actually very much like to see everyone in mandatory silk scarves or lace panties—at least for one day. Hopefully the image is also enough to distract her, at least for tonight, from the crippling responsibility of every other decision she'll be making alone. There'd be plenty of time tomorrow to pick herself back up and actually consider what to do, but tonight's for falling apart and messily putting all the pieces back together as evidence that it can be done. Since they're already on the floor, he rather thinks the breaking part has happened, but who knows, maybe they'd destroy all her records, orgasms and meltdowns.
He doesn't move as they split, attempting to stay in the moment just a little bit longer. The longer he remains, the more he can keep the warmth and feel of her from sweeping away into the space that's been made, minor as it is. It's also why the inhale he brings in is slow and deep, trying not to disturb anything. It works for a few seconds, but then his eyes peek back out as her nose skims his, and everything else has to yield to the broad smile that lifts up at her quiet admission. Time and again he's re-learning that if he just drifts into the next moment with her, chances are it'll be just as dreamy as the last, or even better. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of hearing you say that," he sighs, content in a way that he hasn't felt since last time they were wrapped together like this.
On second though, maybe capturing the peaceful moments is still best, because he never knows when she'll say that. An immediate groan rolls free as he tilts his head back, sagging with the dramatics of regret for ever revealing this vulnerable moment to her. He should have known better after exposing he's ticklish, a weakness she's savagely taken advantage of. "Only if you tell me more about running a Thieves Guild," he challenges. "Tit for tat," and as if to punctuate his point, one of his hands slides to the heft of one such tit she's got, cradling it in his palm. It must be soothing, a teddy bear during a thunder storm, because his head tilts back to hers with a sighing laugh.
"Look, I'm not proud of this ok," he grumbles. "And no one else knows, and I'd like it to stay that way." The implication being, keep your mouth shut Flora, or else, except the or else is an empty box full of cobwebs because he has no idea what he'd do except burn up on the spot with embarassment. He nearly is now, and surely she'll feel the heat of that flush creeping in. "You know, I used to sneak to the Silk Houses all the time, for some actual fighting instead of just training, and to make extra money." And, honestly, because it was fun. Although he generally kept his nose clean down there, it'd been forbidden by his family, which instantly made it a thousand times more interesting. He definitely learned a lot of new lessons there.
"One night a guy who works with my folks recognized me. He knew they wouldn't be happy to find out I was there, so he threatened to tell them—unless I did something for him." Kaisel snorts, wishing he'd punched the fucker instead. The man had been suave about it though, made it sound like he'd tell them no matter what, but could maybe be convinced otherwise. For a kid terrified of disappointing anyone, especially his family, and the consequences that'd follow, that felt like a good deal at the time. "I denied the hand job," he huffs, "so instead I had to pay him and let him suck my toes. It was the worst. He was missing this one tooth, so he just like...gummed one of my toes over and over..." An involuntary shudder rolls through him and his foot twitches against her leg, like he’s trying to scrape the memory off on her skin. "ANYWAY I might hurl, but that's that. Got much better at disguising myself after that." Which, is saying a lot for him.
He doesn't move as they split, attempting to stay in the moment just a little bit longer. The longer he remains, the more he can keep the warmth and feel of her from sweeping away into the space that's been made, minor as it is. It's also why the inhale he brings in is slow and deep, trying not to disturb anything. It works for a few seconds, but then his eyes peek back out as her nose skims his, and everything else has to yield to the broad smile that lifts up at her quiet admission. Time and again he's re-learning that if he just drifts into the next moment with her, chances are it'll be just as dreamy as the last, or even better. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of hearing you say that," he sighs, content in a way that he hasn't felt since last time they were wrapped together like this.
On second though, maybe capturing the peaceful moments is still best, because he never knows when she'll say that. An immediate groan rolls free as he tilts his head back, sagging with the dramatics of regret for ever revealing this vulnerable moment to her. He should have known better after exposing he's ticklish, a weakness she's savagely taken advantage of. "Only if you tell me more about running a Thieves Guild," he challenges. "Tit for tat," and as if to punctuate his point, one of his hands slides to the heft of one such tit she's got, cradling it in his palm. It must be soothing, a teddy bear during a thunder storm, because his head tilts back to hers with a sighing laugh.
"Look, I'm not proud of this ok," he grumbles. "And no one else knows, and I'd like it to stay that way." The implication being, keep your mouth shut Flora, or else, except the or else is an empty box full of cobwebs because he has no idea what he'd do except burn up on the spot with embarassment. He nearly is now, and surely she'll feel the heat of that flush creeping in. "You know, I used to sneak to the Silk Houses all the time, for some actual fighting instead of just training, and to make extra money." And, honestly, because it was fun. Although he generally kept his nose clean down there, it'd been forbidden by his family, which instantly made it a thousand times more interesting. He definitely learned a lot of new lessons there.
"One night a guy who works with my folks recognized me. He knew they wouldn't be happy to find out I was there, so he threatened to tell them—unless I did something for him." Kaisel snorts, wishing he'd punched the fucker instead. The man had been suave about it though, made it sound like he'd tell them no matter what, but could maybe be convinced otherwise. For a kid terrified of disappointing anyone, especially his family, and the consequences that'd follow, that felt like a good deal at the time. "I denied the hand job," he huffs, "so instead I had to pay him and let him suck my toes. It was the worst. He was missing this one tooth, so he just like...gummed one of my toes over and over..." An involuntary shudder rolls through him and his foot twitches against her leg, like he’s trying to scrape the memory off on her skin. "ANYWAY I might hurl, but that's that. Got much better at disguising myself after that." Which, is saying a lot for him.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
