Kaisel
That she .manages to return fire, however weak, is like a litmus test for his understanding of what level of destruction is at hand. Admittedly the range is still being mapped out, because she's not yet failed to meet his humor, although this one certainly seems the weakest response of all. A sure sign that they're in shit's fucked range.
His arms sink around her shoulders for a moment, just holding her in response to the way she presses in and hangs on. As she manages to talk though, one hands lifts to brush her hair back careful and steady, a pattern more soothing than helpful. The motion only stutters for a moment when her empty look turns to him, full confirmation and clarity landing secondary to the pure loss etched in her. He can't ever possibly know the weight these things carried in her, not the history or the significance—even if told, it would never sit in him like it had in her—but he can feel the removal of it all through her.
"Fuck" is about all he can manage to scrounge up for a minute as his thoughts spin with all the implications of this. "You think it was her?" Not that he doesn't agree, but more that he's hopeful there's not another part of his relationship with Caly that has harmed Flora. Even wishing a bit that the golden girl behind the bar who captured his heart for a brief time, couldn't do this. It should come as no surprise that someone who takes after the sun will set things on fire, he'd just been naieve enough to think he wouldn't burn.
His arms sink around her shoulders for a moment, just holding her in response to the way she presses in and hangs on. As she manages to talk though, one hands lifts to brush her hair back careful and steady, a pattern more soothing than helpful. The motion only stutters for a moment when her empty look turns to him, full confirmation and clarity landing secondary to the pure loss etched in her. He can't ever possibly know the weight these things carried in her, not the history or the significance—even if told, it would never sit in him like it had in her—but he can feel the removal of it all through her.
"Fuck" is about all he can manage to scrounge up for a minute as his thoughts spin with all the implications of this. "You think it was her?" Not that he doesn't agree, but more that he's hopeful there's not another part of his relationship with Caly that has harmed Flora. Even wishing a bit that the golden girl behind the bar who captured his heart for a brief time, couldn't do this. It should come as no surprise that someone who takes after the sun will set things on fire, he'd just been naieve enough to think he wouldn't burn.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
