Your touch, so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial
Circles are tricky business when it comes to folding, and while it seems like it should be clear if you unfolded it (which Kai, did not), it is never that easy once something has come out of the box. Freedom seems to innately resist containment, even among the inanimate.”A tent this size and you almost can’t call it camping,” Kaisel offers over a grunt of fighting with said luxury item. Maybe it’s not so large outdoors, but in an office, it feels like an Olympian structure to stave off the inhospitality of the desert.
While Danta continues to lay out some WWE maneuvers on the trapped air, Kaisel skirts past whatever sexy murder even means, not that he’s surprised to hear the last part associated with Astaroth in the least. ”A well-deserved trip after your engagement as well. Congratulations, by the way.” The ordinary joy at extending such has escaped him today, the extension much more flat, which has little to do with the way he and Danta had fought last season and everything to do with his mind still circling the conversation with Charlie.
It is a wonder he’s come to the Maverick at all, or so it should seem, but he doesn’t retain any ill will towards Danta, not that he ever truly had any. A misunderstanding, hurt misplaced in the moment, but he’d always wanted Danta and Astaroth to thrive, in fact, hoped it might resolve some of the issues just by doing so. Flora has since baked some better understanding into him, and wrinkles have been smoothed out by time and apologies, although he still owes one to Danta himself.
Lifting his attention from folds to the ancient, Kaisel dryly swallows and a cracked, ”yeah,” responds. The laughter strikes him like a wrong chord played in a concert, and more of his color drains away as his grip slackens, hands going limp back at his sides. Gods, he probably should have run to his mother. The congratulations only continues to crescendo the ugh that he feels, and he shifts uncomfortably under the weight of it, lips thinning out into a magnificent frown.
”No,” he admits with a grimace, in near physical pain over the thought of how Flora will take it. ”No, just Charlie, Dygra, and me. Although we didn’t do anything. I was just there Danta. Just standing there when Dygra said she gave her a—a spill.” His hands have slowly crawled up to his throat, arms criss-crossed over his chest, as if he means to choke himself out and be done with the problem that way, and not just a subconscious bid for comfort among pressure.
While Danta continues to lay out some WWE maneuvers on the trapped air, Kaisel skirts past whatever sexy murder even means, not that he’s surprised to hear the last part associated with Astaroth in the least. ”A well-deserved trip after your engagement as well. Congratulations, by the way.” The ordinary joy at extending such has escaped him today, the extension much more flat, which has little to do with the way he and Danta had fought last season and everything to do with his mind still circling the conversation with Charlie.
It is a wonder he’s come to the Maverick at all, or so it should seem, but he doesn’t retain any ill will towards Danta, not that he ever truly had any. A misunderstanding, hurt misplaced in the moment, but he’d always wanted Danta and Astaroth to thrive, in fact, hoped it might resolve some of the issues just by doing so. Flora has since baked some better understanding into him, and wrinkles have been smoothed out by time and apologies, although he still owes one to Danta himself.
Lifting his attention from folds to the ancient, Kaisel dryly swallows and a cracked, ”yeah,” responds. The laughter strikes him like a wrong chord played in a concert, and more of his color drains away as his grip slackens, hands going limp back at his sides. Gods, he probably should have run to his mother. The congratulations only continues to crescendo the ugh that he feels, and he shifts uncomfortably under the weight of it, lips thinning out into a magnificent frown.
”No,” he admits with a grimace, in near physical pain over the thought of how Flora will take it. ”No, just Charlie, Dygra, and me. Although we didn’t do anything. I was just there Danta. Just standing there when Dygra said she gave her a—a spill.” His hands have slowly crawled up to his throat, arms criss-crossed over his chest, as if he means to choke himself out and be done with the problem that way, and not just a subconscious bid for comfort among pressure.
Kaisel
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic, you're from a whole other world
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
