// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
The grin on his face is utterly unrepentant at her admonishments, but with the encouragement of her shove he goes down like a lawn chair in summer, fully embracing the floor. His hands cradle back behind his head, legs crossing at the ankle, as though he's just stretched out to bask in the absolute glow of her, their room nothing more than a strip of private beach which is blessedly free of sand. Well—it's probably lurking somewhere in this room, leftover from her.
She sinks down over him, practically a liquid with the way every angle's gone soft in the backdrop of night beyond the window. The amber light of the room halos her with a certain warmth, one he can see but also seeps in with the easy weight of her, passed on with each breath and curl of her fingers. When she's like this, sly smile tucking in on her cheeks and relief gentling her gaze, she's all his. This is when she's crawled away from the weight of the world for a little while, and together they get to pretend nothing but the space between them exists.
It's a shame to ruin the moment with toe sucking, but she'd asked. He blinks back at her, the frame of her tilted with the way he rests his head a bit sideways to see her easier. "He wanted me to give him a handjob," Kaisel sticks out his tongue with a wrinkle of his nose. "But that was not[/ii] happening. Either direction," he clarifies, just in case she thought he'd have taken that tooth-missing mouth for a ride. "He settled for toes at least," which all things considered, Kaisel rather escaped unscarred from the ordeal. Doesn't even get weird about his feet, although if Flora ever tries to lick them he'll undoubtedly kick her in the face. "In hindsight, the fact he negotiated down probably means I could have convinced him for even less." He'd not really been in the frame of mind to haggle through his blackmail beyond keeping dicks out of his mouth or other parts of his body though. He shrugs, because it's already well behind him and ultimately a nice enough lesson about not getting caught, or if he did having something better than wide eyes to offer.
An appreciative slant finds his face at her imagined scenarios, because he's no doubt the ferocity she and her dragon would display when it came to setting down judgement and protecting those they cherish. He sorely hopes to never manage to completely piss her off, for the sake of his own health. "Much fun as that sounds, I'm a lot stronger now than I was then, so I don't think I have to worry anymore. But, if I ever find myself in a bad spot again, trust you and Spice will be the first ones I call." He moves one hand to fold it over hers, linking in heat and comfort in the easy contact with her.
"Alright, I gave you tit," he confirms with a slight puffing of his chest, accentuating the utter lack of cleavage his gown is showing off. "Let's have the tat." His 'brows lift expectantly at her. "Why—how—you run the thieves guild? What do you [i]do." Thieve things, probably, but she's got far too many resources available to her to just be a crook, and she's too smart to just take the shiny things. He does gasp suddenly though, like new information has dawned over him. "Oh my gods, is that why you're such a hoarder of baubles?"
She sinks down over him, practically a liquid with the way every angle's gone soft in the backdrop of night beyond the window. The amber light of the room halos her with a certain warmth, one he can see but also seeps in with the easy weight of her, passed on with each breath and curl of her fingers. When she's like this, sly smile tucking in on her cheeks and relief gentling her gaze, she's all his. This is when she's crawled away from the weight of the world for a little while, and together they get to pretend nothing but the space between them exists.
It's a shame to ruin the moment with toe sucking, but she'd asked. He blinks back at her, the frame of her tilted with the way he rests his head a bit sideways to see her easier. "He wanted me to give him a handjob," Kaisel sticks out his tongue with a wrinkle of his nose. "But that was not[/ii] happening. Either direction," he clarifies, just in case she thought he'd have taken that tooth-missing mouth for a ride. "He settled for toes at least," which all things considered, Kaisel rather escaped unscarred from the ordeal. Doesn't even get weird about his feet, although if Flora ever tries to lick them he'll undoubtedly kick her in the face. "In hindsight, the fact he negotiated down probably means I could have convinced him for even less." He'd not really been in the frame of mind to haggle through his blackmail beyond keeping dicks out of his mouth or other parts of his body though. He shrugs, because it's already well behind him and ultimately a nice enough lesson about not getting caught, or if he did having something better than wide eyes to offer.
An appreciative slant finds his face at her imagined scenarios, because he's no doubt the ferocity she and her dragon would display when it came to setting down judgement and protecting those they cherish. He sorely hopes to never manage to completely piss her off, for the sake of his own health. "Much fun as that sounds, I'm a lot stronger now than I was then, so I don't think I have to worry anymore. But, if I ever find myself in a bad spot again, trust you and Spice will be the first ones I call." He moves one hand to fold it over hers, linking in heat and comfort in the easy contact with her.
"Alright, I gave you tit," he confirms with a slight puffing of his chest, accentuating the utter lack of cleavage his gown is showing off. "Let's have the tat." His 'brows lift expectantly at her. "Why—how—you run the thieves guild? What do you [i]do." Thieve things, probably, but she's got far too many resources available to her to just be a crook, and she's too smart to just take the shiny things. He does gasp suddenly though, like new information has dawned over him. "Oh my gods, is that why you're such a hoarder of baubles?"
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
