No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
There is no awareness of Dygra’s fading departure, not when Kaisel’s focus is solely locked on Charlie, confusion buffering the sense of excitement for her. She seems to have an idea, nodding with an eagerness that could make a bobble-head envious, and Kaisel is left very much feeling like he’s out of the loop of an inside joke. Which, normally you’re told, you had to be there, except he was there, he is here.
In a blink she’s before him, which you’d think you’d get used to but his body still startles in place a touch as she rematerializes in front of him, pulse hiking for that brief second of oh fuck. With her guidance, his hand rests across her stomach, fingers spread faintly over the heat that rolls off her. It lasts just long enough for her words to strike, landing like sparks off flint and into tinder, his mind engulfed in the sudden blaze of understanding.
He yanks his hand back so fast a few of the joints pop, acting as if her belly had just been an open flame. ”You’re pregnant!?” he blurts, eyes so wide they might just fall out of his head as his stare darts from her belly to her face and back again like a ping pong match. ”Waitwaitwaitwait,” he chokes out, throat suddenly too tight, the air overwhelmingly hot. He can feel the way all his clothes cling to him, far too stifling, and sweat beads immediately along his forehead as saliva floods his mouth. ”Ooooooooh fuck, I don’t feel so good.” He braces a hand out for her shoulder as the room threatens to spin and topple him over.
In a blink she’s before him, which you’d think you’d get used to but his body still startles in place a touch as she rematerializes in front of him, pulse hiking for that brief second of oh fuck. With her guidance, his hand rests across her stomach, fingers spread faintly over the heat that rolls off her. It lasts just long enough for her words to strike, landing like sparks off flint and into tinder, his mind engulfed in the sudden blaze of understanding.
He yanks his hand back so fast a few of the joints pop, acting as if her belly had just been an open flame. ”You’re pregnant!?” he blurts, eyes so wide they might just fall out of his head as his stare darts from her belly to her face and back again like a ping pong match. ”Waitwaitwaitwait,” he chokes out, throat suddenly too tight, the air overwhelmingly hot. He can feel the way all his clothes cling to him, far too stifling, and sweat beads immediately along his forehead as saliva floods his mouth. ”Ooooooooh fuck, I don’t feel so good.” He braces a hand out for her shoulder as the room threatens to spin and topple him over.
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
