I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
His gaze and mouth instantly fall into sin at her words. "I can happily go too big and too hard for you right now," he offers with a lowered voice, leaning into the press of her shoulder like he's starved for the added contact. To punctuate his point, his fingers flutter across her hip, seating themselves less as a guiding force than an exploring one now.
Ah, but Spice dampens the heat in a moment. Besides, Tanau awaits, and the doll has seen enough between them. The bonfire claims each offering greedily, sparks snapping free with a bright burst as if saliva wetting the teeth of the flames. The wood that feeds it growls as it slides and shifts, charcoal crumbling loose like a belch. Kaisel appraises it as one does most things offered up to the divine—respectful, but wary.
His stride follows the woman at his side without question, quite before her arm has even threaded with his, because he's already tossing his attention back her way. He wears a lopsided grin for her now, the sort that always seems to suggest it ends up that way because his thoughts have plummeted in some manner or another. "I can think of at least one muddy day I'd take again without complaint," he tuts in the wake of her sweeping dismissal of it all. "Collecting fruit with you was well worth the mess." Although he'd done very little fruit collecting, in the end.
While Flora scouts out gossip, Kaisel's eyes are leafing through their food options, each roasted aroma smelling delectable. In his peripheral he catches the way she shifts, her attention honing in on possibility with all the skill of a master marksman finding their target. "Hm?" he wonders, copper sights matching her line and finding Soh and Zavien. He can't help but let one brow rise in quiet question. "You think it's not just commander and council stuff?" His focus shortens up back to Flora before he sends it back out, watching closer. "Koa did say he thinks the ship has sailed between them," Kaisel murmurs, dropping into the conspiracy with the ready glee of watching other people fumble around now where he'd once been.
Ah, but Spice dampens the heat in a moment. Besides, Tanau awaits, and the doll has seen enough between them. The bonfire claims each offering greedily, sparks snapping free with a bright burst as if saliva wetting the teeth of the flames. The wood that feeds it growls as it slides and shifts, charcoal crumbling loose like a belch. Kaisel appraises it as one does most things offered up to the divine—respectful, but wary.
His stride follows the woman at his side without question, quite before her arm has even threaded with his, because he's already tossing his attention back her way. He wears a lopsided grin for her now, the sort that always seems to suggest it ends up that way because his thoughts have plummeted in some manner or another. "I can think of at least one muddy day I'd take again without complaint," he tuts in the wake of her sweeping dismissal of it all. "Collecting fruit with you was well worth the mess." Although he'd done very little fruit collecting, in the end.
While Flora scouts out gossip, Kaisel's eyes are leafing through their food options, each roasted aroma smelling delectable. In his peripheral he catches the way she shifts, her attention honing in on possibility with all the skill of a master marksman finding their target. "Hm?" he wonders, copper sights matching her line and finding Soh and Zavien. He can't help but let one brow rise in quiet question. "You think it's not just commander and council stuff?" His focus shortens up back to Flora before he sends it back out, watching closer. "Koa did say he thinks the ship has sailed between them," Kaisel murmurs, dropping into the conspiracy with the ready glee of watching other people fumble around now where he'd once been.
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
