Your touch, so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial
With the tent half tamed and some of Kaisel’s owed debts paid to Danta, he sinks thoroughly into the original reason for running here. The task’s distraction had only ever been temporary, and though he feels none of the relief yet, there is some sure to come at finally getting a hand on this dilemma rather than pacing scores into the room he’d woken up in. Less the wild panic of before than the cold clutch of dread returning, rooting him into a stance of despair, Kaisel lists like the undead while Danta takes his respite.
The dissonant sounds that keep coming out of Danta cause Kaisel’s features to flinch, too raw to handle something he might normally brush off. ”She is,” Kai responds sharply, gaze flicking from the floor to the Maverick, copper set with the hard lines of insistence. Danta cuts himself off before Kaisel can interject further, dismay tiptoing the edge of destruction. How easy it’d be to slip into something more familiar, more actionable—anger.
The flare of it is snuffed out rapidly by the chilling splash of the praise. This particular strand of chorus whines against him, filling the space where he waits for joy to bloom, but horror instead persists. His grip tightens around his throat—so blessed. ”I didn’t even know something like this could happen,” he grates out past the vice of his teeth, body slouching beneath the clasp of Danta’s touch. He turns his head to regard the Maverick before offering a small shake of it. ”She is properly estatic.” Which has made this feel all the more isolating. He does not want to dull her shine with his shadow.
”And I would be, if I’d planned for this, if I’d thought I had even done anything remotely close to signing up to be a father now. If it’d been with Flora…” He thinks so anyway, but let’s not add imaginary additional children to his mental load. ”I adore Charlie, and of course I’ll be there for her—for them,” he corrects swiftly, despite pulling a face thereafter. ”But…”
Suddenly, standing upright feels too much to keep asking of himself, and Kaisel sways into the nearest chair or ledge that will have him. ”Please,” he resorts to a beg instead, hands now squishing his cheeks, fingers pressing in on his eyes. ”I need your help trying to break this news to Flora. I don’t think it’ll go well.”
The dissonant sounds that keep coming out of Danta cause Kaisel’s features to flinch, too raw to handle something he might normally brush off. ”She is,” Kai responds sharply, gaze flicking from the floor to the Maverick, copper set with the hard lines of insistence. Danta cuts himself off before Kaisel can interject further, dismay tiptoing the edge of destruction. How easy it’d be to slip into something more familiar, more actionable—anger.
The flare of it is snuffed out rapidly by the chilling splash of the praise. This particular strand of chorus whines against him, filling the space where he waits for joy to bloom, but horror instead persists. His grip tightens around his throat—so blessed. ”I didn’t even know something like this could happen,” he grates out past the vice of his teeth, body slouching beneath the clasp of Danta’s touch. He turns his head to regard the Maverick before offering a small shake of it. ”She is properly estatic.” Which has made this feel all the more isolating. He does not want to dull her shine with his shadow.
”And I would be, if I’d planned for this, if I’d thought I had even done anything remotely close to signing up to be a father now. If it’d been with Flora…” He thinks so anyway, but let’s not add imaginary additional children to his mental load. ”I adore Charlie, and of course I’ll be there for her—for them,” he corrects swiftly, despite pulling a face thereafter. ”But…”
Suddenly, standing upright feels too much to keep asking of himself, and Kaisel sways into the nearest chair or ledge that will have him. ”Please,” he resorts to a beg instead, hands now squishing his cheeks, fingers pressing in on his eyes. ”I need your help trying to break this news to Flora. I don’t think it’ll go well.”
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
