Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
The brush of her fingers on his wrist is enough to make his pulse rise up, a tingle racing along the delicate touch. "Why wait," he wonders, wolfish as he beholds her, leaning in a touch as if he might coax it from her like a secret if he just offers the distance for whispering that such requires. "I could die tomorrow, you really want me to go without knowing?" That her fathers have the market cornered on death and resurrections doesn't help his case, but he's conveniently ignoring that little detail.
At her suggestion of a persistently nude beach experience he just pahs out a cousin of a laugh. "Ain't no way I'm letting little Kai dangle out for a sunburn." Just the thought is enough to make him cringe. He'll stick to darkness where onlookers can't cop a good look and he doesn't have to bother with sunscreen or its consequences. Though, the idea of her always nude on the beach makes him consider it for a long moment, pros and cons weighed back and forth. He shakes his head at the notion though in the end. Maybe at her little private beach out here, the Wildering shore.
With her properly trimmed and filed, he grabs a bowl to soak her fingers in, heading to repeat the first process on her other side. "I remember," he says with a smile, one that edges in from fond to sly as the memory plays out in snippets behind his eyes. They lift from her nails, settling on the sparkle caught in her aqua stare. "You were nearly nude then too. I almost couldn't talk to you." Throwing himself overboard had crossed his mind a few times that day, but he's glad he'd managed to hold out until she got a shirt on and they went below deck. "You made me promise the impossible," he laughs with an accusation that can only come from affection. "That's why I had to cross my fingers."
His 'brows lift at her implication that she'd be a better version. A sexy Kaisel. "You saying I didn't style like you at the Hanged Man? Were the jorts not short enough? My ass cheeks felt breeze all night, any shorter and my balls would have too." Maybe it was the poorly tied top. "Isn't socializing with your people work?"
At her suggestion of a persistently nude beach experience he just pahs out a cousin of a laugh. "Ain't no way I'm letting little Kai dangle out for a sunburn." Just the thought is enough to make him cringe. He'll stick to darkness where onlookers can't cop a good look and he doesn't have to bother with sunscreen or its consequences. Though, the idea of her always nude on the beach makes him consider it for a long moment, pros and cons weighed back and forth. He shakes his head at the notion though in the end. Maybe at her little private beach out here, the Wildering shore.
With her properly trimmed and filed, he grabs a bowl to soak her fingers in, heading to repeat the first process on her other side. "I remember," he says with a smile, one that edges in from fond to sly as the memory plays out in snippets behind his eyes. They lift from her nails, settling on the sparkle caught in her aqua stare. "You were nearly nude then too. I almost couldn't talk to you." Throwing himself overboard had crossed his mind a few times that day, but he's glad he'd managed to hold out until she got a shirt on and they went below deck. "You made me promise the impossible," he laughs with an accusation that can only come from affection. "That's why I had to cross my fingers."
His 'brows lift at her implication that she'd be a better version. A sexy Kaisel. "You saying I didn't style like you at the Hanged Man? Were the jorts not short enough? My ass cheeks felt breeze all night, any shorter and my balls would have too." Maybe it was the poorly tied top. "Isn't socializing with your people work?"
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
