KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
He nods at the gratitude, his smile flashing up bright and while again in a way that says of course. It's nice to be thanked, to have the work noticed and know it lands the way he intends, but he'd do it regardless. If Zavien was cursing his name and chasing him out of town it'd be a lot harder, but he'd find a way to sneak in, wear some master level disguise (read: glue-on moustache and glasses) and still get to work.
Sweat plummets off one of the ends of his hair as his head turns back further towards Zavien at the question. For a minute his mouth runs dry. He hadn't even realized he'd just thrown her name out there like that, too used to fit of it now beside his life. His scalp prickles, nerves crawling like something tangible. "Yeah," he says finally, a touch of a smile easing in past the worry. "Yeah, we're dating now." That hardly feels like an appropriate way to describe what she means to him, but he's definitely not about to tell Zavien that she's basically the best thing since air. Not when he needs to ask him to keep it hushed.
"Just—" Kaisel sighs, the flicker of happiness subsiding into a frown, weighed down with a guilt he still hasn't gotten off his chest. It's easy to ignore in her company, but here, with Koa so close by (and yet never home when Kaisel knocks), it feels like it might eat him alive. "Don't tell anyone, not yet, please sir?" He glances away, bowing over his knees as his forearms slip onto his thighs, chin resting on a bridge of his hands. "I want to tell Koa first. Make sure he hears it right." Which is difficult to do, when the man's keeping so busy. "He's just been hard to track down to tell." Kaisel had definitely been avoiding him at first too, but not lately. His letter never got answered, which he's trying not to worry about or take too personal. Koa's fine, and he will be fine, and they'll all be fine. It's fine.
He pops up from his seat, apparently deciding they're not suffering enough as he ladles more water over the coals. More steam hisses into existence, sweat bedazzling Kaisel now as he takes a seat more in line with Zavien this time for conversation. "How're things with you and Lena?" he wonders, 'brows lifting with an expectant waggle. "Wedding bells any time in the future, sir?"
Sweat plummets off one of the ends of his hair as his head turns back further towards Zavien at the question. For a minute his mouth runs dry. He hadn't even realized he'd just thrown her name out there like that, too used to fit of it now beside his life. His scalp prickles, nerves crawling like something tangible. "Yeah," he says finally, a touch of a smile easing in past the worry. "Yeah, we're dating now." That hardly feels like an appropriate way to describe what she means to him, but he's definitely not about to tell Zavien that she's basically the best thing since air. Not when he needs to ask him to keep it hushed.
"Just—" Kaisel sighs, the flicker of happiness subsiding into a frown, weighed down with a guilt he still hasn't gotten off his chest. It's easy to ignore in her company, but here, with Koa so close by (and yet never home when Kaisel knocks), it feels like it might eat him alive. "Don't tell anyone, not yet, please sir?" He glances away, bowing over his knees as his forearms slip onto his thighs, chin resting on a bridge of his hands. "I want to tell Koa first. Make sure he hears it right." Which is difficult to do, when the man's keeping so busy. "He's just been hard to track down to tell." Kaisel had definitely been avoiding him at first too, but not lately. His letter never got answered, which he's trying not to worry about or take too personal. Koa's fine, and he will be fine, and they'll all be fine. It's fine.
He pops up from his seat, apparently deciding they're not suffering enough as he ladles more water over the coals. More steam hisses into existence, sweat bedazzling Kaisel now as he takes a seat more in line with Zavien this time for conversation. "How're things with you and Lena?" he wonders, 'brows lifting with an expectant waggle. "Wedding bells any time in the future, sir?"
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
