// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
The sound of the Encantados draws Kaisel’s attention over the edge for a moment, peeking after the smooth bodies rippling through the sea as surely as ships cleave wind. Their grace is only half as noteworthy as their play, because there’s surely no other purpose to the way they dare higher and higher out of the waves, clicking and squealing with the same pitch all delight seems to come in. Grateful it’s them seeing them off rather than something more formidable, Kaisel rounds back on Flora with a lingering smile, which soon vanishes into the proper seriousness that the inspection of the space between her fingers deserves.
As she holds them up, he leans forward, squinting. He makes a show of buffing an imaginary magnifying glass, curling his pointer finger and thumb into a circle and holding it up to her hand like he could now properly identify the true measurement of her masterful restraint. ”Op, there it is!” he exclaims with all the same potency of a shouted eureka! It comes just before the end of her drawn-out word and the flick of her hand back to the wheel. ”Impressive,” he grins, and there’s no need to put on a show for that praise.
How quickly the moment turns into something truly serious. Breath that’d just been freely given to laughter and tease shortens abruptly, cradled inside like something his body knows is about to be scarce. Flora continues on as if her next words are nothing more than a mild inconvenience, no different from your coffee date running a smidge late, or your favorite shirt already having been worn and dirtied earlier in the week. It could be that devil may care response slaps the truth that much harder against him, or it could just fucking be the fact she agreed to risking everything to make a deal. Hard to say, really, what ends up setting Kaisel off. But off he does indeed go. Whatever she says after everyone forgets about me, everyone except Jack, he doesn’t hear it past the hollow ring in his own head—nothing else could really matter to him though, to be honest.
”WHAT!?” he demands, all his contained breath shoving free at once, as if someone found a giant red button labeled PANIC and decided that’d be a great thing to watch detonate. He reels on the spot, a hand flashing out to grab the wheel as he fights to steady what feels like a rapidly shifting ground despite the even keel Flora set them on. ”Wha—uh—what? I’m sorry, did I catch that right?” he manages after scooping in a fresh lungful, the drag of it a long enough pause for the words to repeat in his mind, and his brain does what any sensible thought center would do, and promptly rejects that reality. ”Because,” a crack of laughter has begun, as if he’s sharing some insane joke with himself now, aware he’s done nothing more than invent something completely wrong in the wake of mishearing her. ”I could have sworn, it sounded like you just said, we both just vowed for the entire world to forget you, if we mess up.”
As she holds them up, he leans forward, squinting. He makes a show of buffing an imaginary magnifying glass, curling his pointer finger and thumb into a circle and holding it up to her hand like he could now properly identify the true measurement of her masterful restraint. ”Op, there it is!” he exclaims with all the same potency of a shouted eureka! It comes just before the end of her drawn-out word and the flick of her hand back to the wheel. ”Impressive,” he grins, and there’s no need to put on a show for that praise.
How quickly the moment turns into something truly serious. Breath that’d just been freely given to laughter and tease shortens abruptly, cradled inside like something his body knows is about to be scarce. Flora continues on as if her next words are nothing more than a mild inconvenience, no different from your coffee date running a smidge late, or your favorite shirt already having been worn and dirtied earlier in the week. It could be that devil may care response slaps the truth that much harder against him, or it could just fucking be the fact she agreed to risking everything to make a deal. Hard to say, really, what ends up setting Kaisel off. But off he does indeed go. Whatever she says after everyone forgets about me, everyone except Jack, he doesn’t hear it past the hollow ring in his own head—nothing else could really matter to him though, to be honest.
”WHAT!?” he demands, all his contained breath shoving free at once, as if someone found a giant red button labeled PANIC and decided that’d be a great thing to watch detonate. He reels on the spot, a hand flashing out to grab the wheel as he fights to steady what feels like a rapidly shifting ground despite the even keel Flora set them on. ”Wha—uh—what? I’m sorry, did I catch that right?” he manages after scooping in a fresh lungful, the drag of it a long enough pause for the words to repeat in his mind, and his brain does what any sensible thought center would do, and promptly rejects that reality. ”Because,” a crack of laughter has begun, as if he’s sharing some insane joke with himself now, aware he’s done nothing more than invent something completely wrong in the wake of mishearing her. ”I could have sworn, it sounded like you just said, we both just vowed for the entire world to forget you, if we mess up.”
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
