Kaisel
He supposes he should be grateful that they’re able to have this. The ability to reach out to friends and family and discover where they’re going, to help them, to take one last look. This evacuation is not the panic of the one beneath the Family, but somehow he can’t keep it from feeling worse. At least before there’d been a target to turn back and fight against, however frightening the prospect. Now, there’s nothing to do but beat down the acceptance of the matter, and that’s a far harder foe to manage given it’s yourself.
”What’re you gonna miss the most?” He wonders it quietly, the question full as he chews the thought around the frozen treat. Perhaps not the kindest thing to poke the bruise, but there’s few Kaisel has who he can ask and truly appreciate the reciprocation of what’s being lost. ”For me, it’s the view,” he answers on a show of good faith, glancing past the greenery draping the railing to distance rooftops. ”Used to climb out my window and up onto the roof of the house. Felt kinda like a god, being above clouds and everyone else.” His lips twist, but it’s not near enough to a smile to properly call it that. ”Kid dreams,” he reassures with a wistful sigh. ”Killer sunset views though.”
Barreling onward, not willing to linger on pasts or the present about to become the past for too long, Kaisel circles back to his parents. ”They’re all set. Helped them pack yesterday. They’re going to the Grounds, said it feels the most like home. Them and my uncle Kimo.” This of course brings his mind to Koa, which nearly tips him into a frown. He’d denied his offer of the Wildering house, and not that he really blames him, but, it would have been nice, to have him close again, to feel like maybe less things have changed in the end.
”Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat. ”I’m glad about one thing out of all this,” this time he tips into a smile. ”Getting to have you at the home is gonna be the best company we’ve had yet.”
”What’re you gonna miss the most?” He wonders it quietly, the question full as he chews the thought around the frozen treat. Perhaps not the kindest thing to poke the bruise, but there’s few Kaisel has who he can ask and truly appreciate the reciprocation of what’s being lost. ”For me, it’s the view,” he answers on a show of good faith, glancing past the greenery draping the railing to distance rooftops. ”Used to climb out my window and up onto the roof of the house. Felt kinda like a god, being above clouds and everyone else.” His lips twist, but it’s not near enough to a smile to properly call it that. ”Kid dreams,” he reassures with a wistful sigh. ”Killer sunset views though.”
Barreling onward, not willing to linger on pasts or the present about to become the past for too long, Kaisel circles back to his parents. ”They’re all set. Helped them pack yesterday. They’re going to the Grounds, said it feels the most like home. Them and my uncle Kimo.” This of course brings his mind to Koa, which nearly tips him into a frown. He’d denied his offer of the Wildering house, and not that he really blames him, but, it would have been nice, to have him close again, to feel like maybe less things have changed in the end.
”Well,” he says with a clearing of his throat. ”I’m glad about one thing out of all this,” this time he tips into a smile. ”Getting to have you at the home is gonna be the best company we’ve had yet.”
You was talkin' shit in the beginning
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
