If I asked would you come and fight with me?
He doesn’t even know what to do with the latest excuse. He simmers in the confusion of how something can feel both weirdly wholesome and like the worst lie he’s ever heard. It short-circuits him for a moment, leaving him standing there, gawking, after throwing the chakram. He struggles to place the idea that all Danta had cared about was guiding her and oops, sex as a byproduct! ”You can’t be serious,” he scoffs with a deep set frown.
The chakram’s victory does not bring him any relief, and he’ll only later be dully aware that the weapon he needed marked by the blood of someone else has done just that. For now, he’s trying to ease the pull inside his body that’s suddenly made every tendon feel too tight. Figuring more blood could be the answer, Kaisel steps further to the side, trying to bait the return of the chakram’s sling in striking into Danta’s shoulder from behind. Unfortunately, trying to angle it just so keeps him in line with the fire that gets directed his way. It’s quick, flaring out with the promise of pain, but Kaisel pushes his luck even further, waiting for the arc of his own assault.
”Aha!” he crows, as if he’s just trapped Danta with the admittance. He slings an arm out, pointing as if he’s caught the Maverick red-handed. It all adds up to dipping into a dodge too late, and immediately Kaisel has to clap his point over his other arm, snuffing out the clinging flame that bites into his fabric. Smoke curls up acrid and dark, perfectly matching the way his features tug back at Danta’s words. ”What!?” he chokes out, because now this has swing wildly off base what he thought.
His scalp prickles, a dry, ”me!?” coming out with all the flabbergasted honesty of never considering a man’s interest in him. He physically reels back, only recovering mildly as he stammers out, ”but you have Astaroth! You love him, I thought. Why the fuck would you be with anyone else, even if they were iNtErEsTeD?”
3/4
Tries to hit the back of Danta's shoulder by angling the chakram's return path. Fails to completely dodge the fire and gets burned on his shoulder.
I think you upped your count somehow and your next post would be 3/4?
The chakram’s victory does not bring him any relief, and he’ll only later be dully aware that the weapon he needed marked by the blood of someone else has done just that. For now, he’s trying to ease the pull inside his body that’s suddenly made every tendon feel too tight. Figuring more blood could be the answer, Kaisel steps further to the side, trying to bait the return of the chakram’s sling in striking into Danta’s shoulder from behind. Unfortunately, trying to angle it just so keeps him in line with the fire that gets directed his way. It’s quick, flaring out with the promise of pain, but Kaisel pushes his luck even further, waiting for the arc of his own assault.
”Aha!” he crows, as if he’s just trapped Danta with the admittance. He slings an arm out, pointing as if he’s caught the Maverick red-handed. It all adds up to dipping into a dodge too late, and immediately Kaisel has to clap his point over his other arm, snuffing out the clinging flame that bites into his fabric. Smoke curls up acrid and dark, perfectly matching the way his features tug back at Danta’s words. ”What!?” he chokes out, because now this has swing wildly off base what he thought.
His scalp prickles, a dry, ”me!?” coming out with all the flabbergasted honesty of never considering a man’s interest in him. He physically reels back, only recovering mildly as he stammers out, ”but you have Astaroth! You love him, I thought. Why the fuck would you be with anyone else, even if they were iNtErEsTeD?”
3/4
Tries to hit the back of Danta's shoulder by angling the chakram's return path. Fails to completely dodge the fire and gets burned on his shoulder.
I think you upped your count somehow and your next post would be 3/4?
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
