Kaisel
Heaven help me, the devil wears lace and she can't be tamed
How anyone reads for fun is beyond him, but he’s not about to let his genius last name idea be mixed up with some book. So he snorts that away immediately. The Spice consideration however, earns a brief glance her way. A smile flashes over on the heels of the look, and a long, drawn out ”awww, babe,” melts over the heat of the area with something far warmer and heartfelt. ”You’re calling me expensive and rare? That’s so sweet!” Not the usual bargain bin of ketchup and sprinkles. ”It would probably be confusing for Spice though,” he laments with a hefty sigh.
The warm glow of the fire throws new shadows into the dusk, each of them dancing with the writhing flames as they crawl and burrow around the wood. ”I know, right!?” he approves of himself and his city boy nature, all too aware of it, at her praise. He’s pulling his chakram out of his backpack now, laying it beside the flame with a pat, as if he’s just tucked the weapon in for the night.
Rising from his crouch to spin and give her applause a grand bow, he waves away the remainder of the pretend crowd with an overabundance of gratitude. ”Thank you, thank you. No really, you’re too kind. It’s just some fire, not like harnessing the elements of the world of anything, haha!” Carting his backpack with him as he strides through the crowd to her oasis of plush pillows among the hard ground, he lights up considerably as she tosses out fireborn. The quick way she backpeddles over it though has the smile daring to deepen, and he pounces into her space, sweeping a hand around her waist and drawing her in for a delighted smooch. ”No, definitely not,” he scoffs around the side of her cheek. ”It doesn’t sound expensive or rare, so clearly it doesn’t suit,” he laughs.
Peeling away a bit to watch the firelight paint her face. She’s always stunning, but there’s something about the high contrast of dark and light playing over her that always makes her shine, like losing some of her edges is an invitation to find them again. ”Maaaaybe,” he offers, a tease weaving back into his expression after he glances around at her comfort fortress. ”Pillowdown?”
The warm glow of the fire throws new shadows into the dusk, each of them dancing with the writhing flames as they crawl and burrow around the wood. ”I know, right!?” he approves of himself and his city boy nature, all too aware of it, at her praise. He’s pulling his chakram out of his backpack now, laying it beside the flame with a pat, as if he’s just tucked the weapon in for the night.
Rising from his crouch to spin and give her applause a grand bow, he waves away the remainder of the pretend crowd with an overabundance of gratitude. ”Thank you, thank you. No really, you’re too kind. It’s just some fire, not like harnessing the elements of the world of anything, haha!” Carting his backpack with him as he strides through the crowd to her oasis of plush pillows among the hard ground, he lights up considerably as she tosses out fireborn. The quick way she backpeddles over it though has the smile daring to deepen, and he pounces into her space, sweeping a hand around her waist and drawing her in for a delighted smooch. ”No, definitely not,” he scoffs around the side of her cheek. ”It doesn’t sound expensive or rare, so clearly it doesn’t suit,” he laughs.
Peeling away a bit to watch the firelight paint her face. She’s always stunning, but there’s something about the high contrast of dark and light playing over her that always makes her shine, like losing some of her edges is an invitation to find them again. ”Maaaaybe,” he offers, a tease weaving back into his expression after he glances around at her comfort fortress. ”Pillowdown?”
Let me see the good girl you wanted to be. All of my praise, only from me.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
