Got a spark in your heart so strike it
Although he doesn't have a large history with Melita yet, he's always found her rather straightforward and easy to get along with. Just avoid pissing her off and have fun, easy, generally. Aside from the channeling mishap which deserved the tongue lashing and punching that came later, they've generally managed to avoid ruffling each other. So when she lays down her quiet surprise and extends a rather heartfelt approval, he finds himself beaming back at her. Even without the strong and earnest pulse to her words, they stand alone with good intent, and he's thrilled to hear her consider him someone that would be there for Flora and give her what she deserves. "Thanks, Mel! That means a lot, truly." It hasn't always been this exact response, or even close to it. Nothing entirely negative, other than Koa's initial one, smoothed over now with fists and words (two for two now in that regard), but nothing so accepting as this.
Jack's name is gradually weighing less and less on him, or better said he's grown accustomed to the weight of it. He still can't keep the wrinkle from his 'brow at hearing it, a small tic of displeasure, but certainly able to align with Mel's take. "I'm glad he left..." Kaisel admits quietly. "It would have been a helluva lot harder for everyone if he stayed here. I think, she still misses him sometimes." He tilts his head up for a moment to think on that confession, the first time he's said it aloud. He has his suspicions that Jack has a room in the house, the way he does, although he has never been to his, or Jack's. He doesn't snoop around too much, focusing on the places she's at, wanting to be with her. There are moments though, when he's alone, or up before her, or following the sound of a spirit, and he wonders what's behind some of those doors in that large house.
It's her house, fashioned for her comforts, built for the people she loves, and he tries not to let the fact he feels like a guest there bother him too much. It's just a place at the end of the day, and he's pretty much always lived in places that belong to others, from his parents to hers. The only time it's been his has been in King's End, and that'd been miserable, although he'd been alone and left all his things at his parents' house. He's got his backpack, improved because of her, and that's all he needs. That and being by her side. "To be expected," he admits with a low sigh. She had said she loves fully, after all, and time has not stretched on so long as to carry Jack's name into oblivion yet. "And I'm not worried...any more, but yeah, the bullshit leaves its mark."
Rolling a shoulder to release some of the tension that the Captain always brings him, Kaisel glances up from his task back to her. She's so focused that he thinks for a moment she didn't hear him. Rousing his breath to repeat it, she offers a very mild answer. It puckers his features into amusement, smile prodding into his cheeks slow and knowing. "That's not a no, so that's a yes," he says cheerfully, grin deepening at the color she takes on. "Welllllll, what's his name?" He presses, undaunted by her intent to scrub the varnish clean off her ship.
She tosses out a distracting alternative, which he won't let her get away with for too long. "Uh, sometimes I try to surprise her, sometimes I tell her." He thinks of his pre-proposal, for example, with a shake of his head at himself. He'd been so swept up in the moment he just had to tell her how he felt, but he wishes he'd kept it closer to the vest, surprising her with that one. "I've never really thrown a party before, so I dunno if that's what I'm gonna do. Could be helpful to ask her, but I think she'd like the surprise, and I know she likes parties, so..." A shrug, like he'd figure it out in the next season or two. "I need to think about her gift though. I kinda have an idea already, but it's gonna take time to get it ready, which is why I might need to start now."
Jack's name is gradually weighing less and less on him, or better said he's grown accustomed to the weight of it. He still can't keep the wrinkle from his 'brow at hearing it, a small tic of displeasure, but certainly able to align with Mel's take. "I'm glad he left..." Kaisel admits quietly. "It would have been a helluva lot harder for everyone if he stayed here. I think, she still misses him sometimes." He tilts his head up for a moment to think on that confession, the first time he's said it aloud. He has his suspicions that Jack has a room in the house, the way he does, although he has never been to his, or Jack's. He doesn't snoop around too much, focusing on the places she's at, wanting to be with her. There are moments though, when he's alone, or up before her, or following the sound of a spirit, and he wonders what's behind some of those doors in that large house.
It's her house, fashioned for her comforts, built for the people she loves, and he tries not to let the fact he feels like a guest there bother him too much. It's just a place at the end of the day, and he's pretty much always lived in places that belong to others, from his parents to hers. The only time it's been his has been in King's End, and that'd been miserable, although he'd been alone and left all his things at his parents' house. He's got his backpack, improved because of her, and that's all he needs. That and being by her side. "To be expected," he admits with a low sigh. She had said she loves fully, after all, and time has not stretched on so long as to carry Jack's name into oblivion yet. "And I'm not worried...any more, but yeah, the bullshit leaves its mark."
Rolling a shoulder to release some of the tension that the Captain always brings him, Kaisel glances up from his task back to her. She's so focused that he thinks for a moment she didn't hear him. Rousing his breath to repeat it, she offers a very mild answer. It puckers his features into amusement, smile prodding into his cheeks slow and knowing. "That's not a no, so that's a yes," he says cheerfully, grin deepening at the color she takes on. "Welllllll, what's his name?" He presses, undaunted by her intent to scrub the varnish clean off her ship.
She tosses out a distracting alternative, which he won't let her get away with for too long. "Uh, sometimes I try to surprise her, sometimes I tell her." He thinks of his pre-proposal, for example, with a shake of his head at himself. He'd been so swept up in the moment he just had to tell her how he felt, but he wishes he'd kept it closer to the vest, surprising her with that one. "I've never really thrown a party before, so I dunno if that's what I'm gonna do. Could be helpful to ask her, but I think she'd like the surprise, and I know she likes parties, so..." A shrug, like he'd figure it out in the next season or two. "I need to think about her gift though. I kinda have an idea already, but it's gonna take time to get it ready, which is why I might need to start now."
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
