Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
She isn't leaping into a rapid-fire agreement, that much is clear. Though the hesitancy of it does not dig into him, because while he's wrestled with this knowledge and the new weight of it for days now, he himself is unsure of the best path forward. The only thing he's certain about is that Jack does not deserve protection.
So he does listen to what she has to say, openly and fully, gaze firm on her with the strength of one pressing conviction that rises above all else—she is what matters most. He listens, and the conversation is so much more than the words she lays out plain. It's the way she says them and the why buried beneath, the rise and fall of shadow and light in the sea of her eyes and how her brows shift, the small tells around her lips and the curl of her fingers in his. Everyone speaks with more than voice alone, but Flora's body has always been an animated conversationalist. She can quiet it when she wants to, which is its own subtle nod towards truth, but right now it's talking alongside her and he'd hear it all.
As willfully blind as he can be about his own strength at times, as much as he wants to balk and roll at the idea that the lightning strike would have ended no other way, Kaisel knows she's right. His gaze ducks out from the discussion for a moment, needing the fresh air of the adjacent wall to clear the harsh strangle of reality into something manageable. "...Yeah," he admits sourly. It's no easy thing to stand up and find yourself immediately shoved back down. His attention shifts back to her as he feels her lean in, as the edge to what she says bends over itself into something he might mistake for fearful.
His eyes shift back and forth between hers, the strain of what she's saying felt like a fresh bowstring pulling back in his chest. Tight. "Aren't you worried that he has amassed such strength then and could still do any of that at any time? What if he comes to harm you not because you shared his secret, but because you have it at all?" She's worried, rightfully so, about igniting something that could burn more than just Jack, and he recognizes that. What he doesn't like is that either way, the Captain is a powderkeg in waiting. "He was fine with it before, but things have changed."
Teeth grate across on another as she begins to crumble. Pieces of her giving way to a past version of herself, where she'd tried to adorn herself in any way she could to trade for affection. Where she sees guilt for her actions, Kaisel's ire stirs like a cold thing waking to the fresh douse of heat settling in his gut. More proof that Jack had used her. His other palm claps over hers as she rubs at their tether of linked hands, the pressure trying to suffocate the idea that she's to blame. "Hey, hey," he murmurs, grip squeezing and releasing in a small pulse of reassurance. "You are not the cause of his destruction." All she'd done is provide a whetstone for him to sharpen himself on. The blade does not take credit for its kills, and the honing tool least of all. Only the fingers wrapped around the hilt can lay claim to the blood spilt.
He settles though, as she offers up the first glimmer of hope in this considerable shitstorm. "A fleet of rings could work," he reasons. Like a poison, slowly crippling Jack's reach by cutting of more and more minds, bit by bit, instead of an all out fire fight. A stealthier route, not the kind he ever seems to consider. His head tilts back into the cushion again, gaze tipping to the ceiling, searching for solutions like it's as simple as connecting the dots between stars. Slowly, his hands unwind fromt heir tangle with her on his chest. Not to let go of her, but to gather her anew, tugging her closer off his lap, pulling her instead into the line of his chest in an embrace that begs for even more closeness.
Knowing is often not a mercy, he can concede that point. "Perhaps it's best not to burden Koa with the knowledge again, or others. The more that know, the more that will react, and probably in unpredictable ways." His voice is low, thoughtful, trying to see how things play out and jump off one another. "Protecting them though, quietly, that could work."
So he does listen to what she has to say, openly and fully, gaze firm on her with the strength of one pressing conviction that rises above all else—she is what matters most. He listens, and the conversation is so much more than the words she lays out plain. It's the way she says them and the why buried beneath, the rise and fall of shadow and light in the sea of her eyes and how her brows shift, the small tells around her lips and the curl of her fingers in his. Everyone speaks with more than voice alone, but Flora's body has always been an animated conversationalist. She can quiet it when she wants to, which is its own subtle nod towards truth, but right now it's talking alongside her and he'd hear it all.
As willfully blind as he can be about his own strength at times, as much as he wants to balk and roll at the idea that the lightning strike would have ended no other way, Kaisel knows she's right. His gaze ducks out from the discussion for a moment, needing the fresh air of the adjacent wall to clear the harsh strangle of reality into something manageable. "...Yeah," he admits sourly. It's no easy thing to stand up and find yourself immediately shoved back down. His attention shifts back to her as he feels her lean in, as the edge to what she says bends over itself into something he might mistake for fearful.
His eyes shift back and forth between hers, the strain of what she's saying felt like a fresh bowstring pulling back in his chest. Tight. "Aren't you worried that he has amassed such strength then and could still do any of that at any time? What if he comes to harm you not because you shared his secret, but because you have it at all?" She's worried, rightfully so, about igniting something that could burn more than just Jack, and he recognizes that. What he doesn't like is that either way, the Captain is a powderkeg in waiting. "He was fine with it before, but things have changed."
Teeth grate across on another as she begins to crumble. Pieces of her giving way to a past version of herself, where she'd tried to adorn herself in any way she could to trade for affection. Where she sees guilt for her actions, Kaisel's ire stirs like a cold thing waking to the fresh douse of heat settling in his gut. More proof that Jack had used her. His other palm claps over hers as she rubs at their tether of linked hands, the pressure trying to suffocate the idea that she's to blame. "Hey, hey," he murmurs, grip squeezing and releasing in a small pulse of reassurance. "You are not the cause of his destruction." All she'd done is provide a whetstone for him to sharpen himself on. The blade does not take credit for its kills, and the honing tool least of all. Only the fingers wrapped around the hilt can lay claim to the blood spilt.
He settles though, as she offers up the first glimmer of hope in this considerable shitstorm. "A fleet of rings could work," he reasons. Like a poison, slowly crippling Jack's reach by cutting of more and more minds, bit by bit, instead of an all out fire fight. A stealthier route, not the kind he ever seems to consider. His head tilts back into the cushion again, gaze tipping to the ceiling, searching for solutions like it's as simple as connecting the dots between stars. Slowly, his hands unwind fromt heir tangle with her on his chest. Not to let go of her, but to gather her anew, tugging her closer off his lap, pulling her instead into the line of his chest in an embrace that begs for even more closeness.
Knowing is often not a mercy, he can concede that point. "Perhaps it's best not to burden Koa with the knowledge again, or others. The more that know, the more that will react, and probably in unpredictable ways." His voice is low, thoughtful, trying to see how things play out and jump off one another. "Protecting them though, quietly, that could work."
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
