KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Cut from the same cloth as they are, Kaisel's taking in the response from the other man in a way he didn't expect. Maybe it's lack of practice in spreading the news, which should otherwise be a celebratory confetti cannon, but instead has been hushed and braced around, offered to those who'd spit on him in response. Kaisel didn't expect Zavien to leap for joy, the way Kaisel's heart feels when he repeats it to himself, but the stretch of silence after says plenty. The awkward congrats lands like a Hallmark card plucked at random in the grocery store, evidence of consideration without any meaningful thought. He'd have preferred nothing over being forced to hold the poorly drawn pun and smile with pretend gratitude over it. "Thaaaanks," Kaisel drags out, confusion touching his voice and his features with a tucked in quality. Congrats is usually for an accomplishment, or a prize—he hadn't won Flora.
Although, he can maybe see why Zavien might think so with what comes next, evidently knowing Koa had been involved in the running of the hearts. Fucking narc! Kaisel feels immediately fooled, as though tricked into revealing something he should have kept closer to his vest, a fault of thinking far too highly of Zavien. He'd not make that mistake again any time soon.
He's too speechless to say anything at first, so just builds up their steam, the rush of that heat a necessary balance for the roar of it up inside Kaisel. It starts in his toes, then races up to engulf the whole of him, licking at the bottom of his mind so that his thoughts are smoking. It's not enough to cause a blush, not the same burn as arousal or embarrassment, more like the flood of fight or flight instinct in an entirely inappropriate scenario. By the time he returns to the bench and asks about Lena, he's stuffed it back down into just a low banking ember curling in his chest.
"Ah, I see," Kaisel says with an all too understanding nod of his head to the man's stammering explanation of his relationship, slanted smile fitting in as his gaze wanders easily, shoulders lazily shrugging in dismissal of it all. "Well, I'll do my best to avoid it, but I might have to tell Lena you don't want to marry her." His voice starts as a lazy drawl, but sharpens to a set point at the end, dangerously dry. The gaze that flashes back to Zavien is flinty and dark, the normally bright copper shine lost to the seriousness of the matter at hand. Fuck with me, and I'll fuck with you. "Since we're sharing unnecessary things to people important to each other and all."
Although, he can maybe see why Zavien might think so with what comes next, evidently knowing Koa had been involved in the running of the hearts. Fucking narc! Kaisel feels immediately fooled, as though tricked into revealing something he should have kept closer to his vest, a fault of thinking far too highly of Zavien. He'd not make that mistake again any time soon.
He's too speechless to say anything at first, so just builds up their steam, the rush of that heat a necessary balance for the roar of it up inside Kaisel. It starts in his toes, then races up to engulf the whole of him, licking at the bottom of his mind so that his thoughts are smoking. It's not enough to cause a blush, not the same burn as arousal or embarrassment, more like the flood of fight or flight instinct in an entirely inappropriate scenario. By the time he returns to the bench and asks about Lena, he's stuffed it back down into just a low banking ember curling in his chest.
"Ah, I see," Kaisel says with an all too understanding nod of his head to the man's stammering explanation of his relationship, slanted smile fitting in as his gaze wanders easily, shoulders lazily shrugging in dismissal of it all. "Well, I'll do my best to avoid it, but I might have to tell Lena you don't want to marry her." His voice starts as a lazy drawl, but sharpens to a set point at the end, dangerously dry. The gaze that flashes back to Zavien is flinty and dark, the normally bright copper shine lost to the seriousness of the matter at hand. Fuck with me, and I'll fuck with you. "Since we're sharing unnecessary things to people important to each other and all."
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
