If I asked would you come and fight with me?
Admittedly, Kaisel has full intentions not to watch the memories put into the gift for Flora. However, Danta is the first to actually use it, Kaisel himself not having yet decided what he wants to put inside it. Therefore, he can’t entirely keep the creep of curiosity at bay, especially when it seems like nothing is happening for a moment, and when Danta doesn’t seem inclined to make the moment private. ”Is it not wor—” he begins to say with a frown, about to reach back and reclaim the orb and give it a shake or a slap to jostle it into order, arm falling away back to his own side as he peers over at the object.
He freezes the moment the images and voices spring to life in the curved reflection, delight rising to see it in action. That moment is short lived. The familiar shrine rises up amid fire and blood, and a kiss. His features slowly lower, mouth falling, throat drying. Well, what’s one kiss between old friends, right? Right?! "Uuuuh?" he manages, eyes narrowing.
That same sentiment doesn’t exactly extend to, well what’s one pegging between friends? Like watching a horrible tragedy he can’t look away from, his gaze remains transfixed, sharpening with acute displeasure. It’s not that they don’t all have pasts of some kind or another, and it’s not like the fact his cousin and her had been a thing haven’t already made this messy, but this is her friend. Her friend, who she still meets up with all the time. Her friend, who she offered go naked in her hot tub with her. Her friend, who despite being in a relationship, gets hallpasses. Her friend, who of all his best memories of or with Flora, selected that.
Silently, Kaisel swipes the orb back, stuffing it into the backpack he swings off his shoulders. He exchanges it for his chakram, pulling the weapon effortlessly out of the bottomless bag. ”Second,” Kaisel says through his teeth, referencing the count he hasn’t lost track of. ”Wanna fight?” He glances up from his crouch over the bag, rising and straightening with weapon in hand. Every part of him’s grown taut, and he’s half a mind to just leap forward and drive this blade at Danta regardless of the Maverick’s answer, but he holds, waiting for the permission that will make this all cleaner.
He freezes the moment the images and voices spring to life in the curved reflection, delight rising to see it in action. That moment is short lived. The familiar shrine rises up amid fire and blood, and a kiss. His features slowly lower, mouth falling, throat drying. Well, what’s one kiss between old friends, right? Right?! "Uuuuh?" he manages, eyes narrowing.
That same sentiment doesn’t exactly extend to, well what’s one pegging between friends? Like watching a horrible tragedy he can’t look away from, his gaze remains transfixed, sharpening with acute displeasure. It’s not that they don’t all have pasts of some kind or another, and it’s not like the fact his cousin and her had been a thing haven’t already made this messy, but this is her friend. Her friend, who she still meets up with all the time. Her friend, who she offered go naked in her hot tub with her. Her friend, who despite being in a relationship, gets hallpasses. Her friend, who of all his best memories of or with Flora, selected that.
Silently, Kaisel swipes the orb back, stuffing it into the backpack he swings off his shoulders. He exchanges it for his chakram, pulling the weapon effortlessly out of the bottomless bag. ”Second,” Kaisel says through his teeth, referencing the count he hasn’t lost track of. ”Wanna fight?” He glances up from his crouch over the bag, rising and straightening with weapon in hand. Every part of him’s grown taut, and he’s half a mind to just leap forward and drive this blade at Danta regardless of the Maverick’s answer, but he holds, waiting for the permission that will make this all cleaner.
Kaisel
It's not just our moment, it's our destiny
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
