I'm like a titan that's risin'
He’s absolutely, positively, not going to let anything bad happen this night. He even says as much to his reflection in the mirror as he finishes combing through his hair—it looks no different when he’s done—jabbing a finger at the glass in mild threat to the man depicted there. Even if he doesn’t entirely blame himself for the other nights, between surprise dicks and chaotic blood moons, it doesn’t change the need for this night to not end up alongside the rest. First impressions have already been shot, but this is third time’s the charm, and after this there’s no cutsey sayings to save him. Not to mention this isn’t just a normal night, it’s Danta’s birthday, and those carry far more weight. With one ruined birthday already in the books, Kaisel is adamant not to see another.
”Is it ready??” he asks Flora, his voice carrying a nervous edge as he steps up beside her. His attire is a charcoal suit with a maroon waistcoat, the lighter color of his shirt collar rising above, finished with a black tie. He’s not quite barefoot, but does just have on maroon socks with black dragons patterning around them.
His gaze drifts over all the expertly arranged decorations with the same presence of a white glove down a bannister. It’s knotted his stomach so fully that it takes a moment for him to even register how impeccably stunning she is, head too busy craning around, looking for anything he could still do to help to ensure it’s all perfect. It does though, hit him. After a slight delay, he suddenly does a doubletake, attention fully abandoning the house in preference for her.
His inhale is audible as his eyes drip from head to toe, no disguise granted for his admiration of her. ”You look…” he breathes it out, surprised he could even manage those words with the way she’s stolen all the air from his chest. ”Like you’ll be stealing my breath all night long. Why haven’t you worn this before,” he murmurs the end into the back of her hand that he’s captured, pressing a kiss in after he’s done speaking, the movement slow and reverent. He’d not seen her before, not in full, still in the shower and fussing about. It’s one thing to see it laid out in the room, quite another on her.
”Is it ready??” he asks Flora, his voice carrying a nervous edge as he steps up beside her. His attire is a charcoal suit with a maroon waistcoat, the lighter color of his shirt collar rising above, finished with a black tie. He’s not quite barefoot, but does just have on maroon socks with black dragons patterning around them.
His gaze drifts over all the expertly arranged decorations with the same presence of a white glove down a bannister. It’s knotted his stomach so fully that it takes a moment for him to even register how impeccably stunning she is, head too busy craning around, looking for anything he could still do to help to ensure it’s all perfect. It does though, hit him. After a slight delay, he suddenly does a doubletake, attention fully abandoning the house in preference for her.
His inhale is audible as his eyes drip from head to toe, no disguise granted for his admiration of her. ”You look…” he breathes it out, surprised he could even manage those words with the way she’s stolen all the air from his chest. ”Like you’ll be stealing my breath all night long. Why haven’t you worn this before,” he murmurs the end into the back of her hand that he’s captured, pressing a kiss in after he’s done speaking, the movement slow and reverent. He’d not seen her before, not in full, still in the shower and fussing about. It’s one thing to see it laid out in the room, quite another on her.
Kaisel
Show you the harder the battle, the harder I fight
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
