KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
He's not exactly keen on the topic of whether Zavien will or won't marry Lena, not anymore. All ideas of a nice, casual chat have been burnt up, leaving just ash smearing in the steam. So the question Zavien asks rolls over him, no clarity to be had when everything is ending up coated in charcoal.
A coarse, fractured laugh snaps loose when Zavien has the genius plan of telling Koa. "Tell him?" he repeats with a widening of his eyes, his grin starting to grow over the clench of his teeth, but it provides little comfort. "Tell him!?" Kaisel leans in further, and all the brief glow of mad humor has dissolved into another bout of acute scrutiny at Zavien. "What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do?" All the rest doesn't seem to matter much right now, although Kaisel would gladly have pointed out that Zavien's the one who fucking asked, so it sure seems like he put himself in this compromised position.
At this point, Kaisel's just throwing punches, the only way he knows how to fight off the deep seat of irritation that's gathered around everything that's gone sideways as of late. Koa just happens to be one of the most sore spots—his version of a bar that he's trying to keep from getting torched, and Zavien had the audacity to flash a box of matches out from under his sleeve.
He relents a bit though, the flurry of it all leaving him a bit emptier than before, heat having a way of burning itself out if you let it. I'm not your enemy Zavien reassures, and Kaisel sighs as he tilts further back into his seat. His expression doesn't ease entirely, just settled into a low banking glower, sliding along the floor as Zavien keeps offering explanations. The end though, the way Zavien says it, suggests he has been in contact with Koa. This doesn't surprise him, he figured his cousin was out and about helping rebuild the city, but it doesn't keep the slap of hurt that Koa's been too busy for him, but not Zavien. "Have you talked to him?" he asks sharply, and there's a touch of jealousy in the way his eyes rise from muddled thoughts on the floor back to Zavien's face.
Maybe they're far worse off than he ever realized, and he took the silence for repair instead of ruin. One day he might learn that giving people their space never seems to work out in his favor. "He hasn't talked to me, not for weeks." This comes out lower, softened with the brittle truth that maybe he's really fucked this up. "Not since he found out I slept with her," Kaisel admits, a grimace on his lips as the ugly shouting of Koa replays in his mind. "I thought we ended it okay, but he hasn't answered the letter I sent him either. I figured he was busy, with Stormbreak and all."
A coarse, fractured laugh snaps loose when Zavien has the genius plan of telling Koa. "Tell him?" he repeats with a widening of his eyes, his grin starting to grow over the clench of his teeth, but it provides little comfort. "Tell him!?" Kaisel leans in further, and all the brief glow of mad humor has dissolved into another bout of acute scrutiny at Zavien. "What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do?" All the rest doesn't seem to matter much right now, although Kaisel would gladly have pointed out that Zavien's the one who fucking asked, so it sure seems like he put himself in this compromised position.
At this point, Kaisel's just throwing punches, the only way he knows how to fight off the deep seat of irritation that's gathered around everything that's gone sideways as of late. Koa just happens to be one of the most sore spots—his version of a bar that he's trying to keep from getting torched, and Zavien had the audacity to flash a box of matches out from under his sleeve.
He relents a bit though, the flurry of it all leaving him a bit emptier than before, heat having a way of burning itself out if you let it. I'm not your enemy Zavien reassures, and Kaisel sighs as he tilts further back into his seat. His expression doesn't ease entirely, just settled into a low banking glower, sliding along the floor as Zavien keeps offering explanations. The end though, the way Zavien says it, suggests he has been in contact with Koa. This doesn't surprise him, he figured his cousin was out and about helping rebuild the city, but it doesn't keep the slap of hurt that Koa's been too busy for him, but not Zavien. "Have you talked to him?" he asks sharply, and there's a touch of jealousy in the way his eyes rise from muddled thoughts on the floor back to Zavien's face.
Maybe they're far worse off than he ever realized, and he took the silence for repair instead of ruin. One day he might learn that giving people their space never seems to work out in his favor. "He hasn't talked to me, not for weeks." This comes out lower, softened with the brittle truth that maybe he's really fucked this up. "Not since he found out I slept with her," Kaisel admits, a grimace on his lips as the ugly shouting of Koa replays in his mind. "I thought we ended it okay, but he hasn't answered the letter I sent him either. I figured he was busy, with Stormbreak 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
