No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
A wiser man might recall Charlie’s superb acting skills when she’d been ‘possessed’. Kaisel’s inclined to only recall the spill Dygra had mentioned, as if all the warnings mothers give teenage boys worldwide are true, that masturbating too much, too thoughtlessly, too messily, has repercussions. He’d not been spilling anywhere except Flora’s body and occasionally his own hand or sock on the times they’re apart for a bit, but could the god of chaos be out there collecting it all like some toothfairy sexual deviant? She likes offerings born from the body already, and if she is everywhere always, as he first felt upon his initial encounter with her, maybe…no, surely Frey would have some jurisdiction there.
The subtleties of Charlie’s amusement are lost to the struggle of staying conscious. Being on the ground helps, always easier to be closer to the floor when falling apart. ”What do you mean? What do you…mean? What do you MEAN?” in true Jlaw Hot Ones fashion he reacts to her very broad categorization of Ancient pregnancy potentials. Dramatic feels fitting given the scenario. ”You guys don’t have to…you know…” he blinks up at her over the puddle of a dress and legs that leave no curves to the imagination. His hands make another gesture, this time a finger from one hand poking into a hole created by the other.
His skin feels remarkably cool with the absence of her hand, though composure has begun to seep back in after the initial shock, bowing over his legs helping his breath come steadier. Or it was, until her fingers began to trail idle patterns against his skin, just as a partner might, and she leans in like this is a secret just for the two of them. He sits more upright, straightening, hands curling over his knees like shields. The blue band on his wrist catches the light, shining back at him. ”Charlie, I’m with F L O R A.” He drags her name out, each letter long and punctuated, as if Charlie and Dygra both need the reminder.
His eyes try to search hers, reaching for an understanding that won’t harm. ”I’m so excited for you, Charlie. Especially a demigod? Fuck yeah.” The thrill of celebration rises briefly inside him despite all odds. It’s just for her though, because for them, he shakes his head, dropping into his hands and groaning. ”Why did Dygra need me? Oh my godssssss, this is a fucking mess.” The urge to laugh is suddenly so strong, warring with the desire to sob like two wolves inside him fighting. ”I mean, I’ll be here for you.”
The subtleties of Charlie’s amusement are lost to the struggle of staying conscious. Being on the ground helps, always easier to be closer to the floor when falling apart. ”What do you mean? What do you…mean? What do you MEAN?” in true Jlaw Hot Ones fashion he reacts to her very broad categorization of Ancient pregnancy potentials. Dramatic feels fitting given the scenario. ”You guys don’t have to…you know…” he blinks up at her over the puddle of a dress and legs that leave no curves to the imagination. His hands make another gesture, this time a finger from one hand poking into a hole created by the other.
His skin feels remarkably cool with the absence of her hand, though composure has begun to seep back in after the initial shock, bowing over his legs helping his breath come steadier. Or it was, until her fingers began to trail idle patterns against his skin, just as a partner might, and she leans in like this is a secret just for the two of them. He sits more upright, straightening, hands curling over his knees like shields. The blue band on his wrist catches the light, shining back at him. ”Charlie, I’m with F L O R A.” He drags her name out, each letter long and punctuated, as if Charlie and Dygra both need the reminder.
His eyes try to search hers, reaching for an understanding that won’t harm. ”I’m so excited for you, Charlie. Especially a demigod? Fuck yeah.” The thrill of celebration rises briefly inside him despite all odds. It’s just for her though, because for them, he shakes his head, dropping into his hands and groaning. ”Why did Dygra need me? Oh my godssssss, this is a fucking mess.” The urge to laugh is suddenly so strong, warring with the desire to sob like two wolves inside him fighting. ”I mean, I’ll be here for you.”
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
