Your touch, so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial
Oh he knew all about fucking around and finding out, babies or otherwise, but no he never knew Dygra would sometimes just tell you instead of waiting for either f-bomb to drop. What normally feels like baking, everything measured and following set steps, Dygra instead turns into soup. Ingredients just whirling in each other’s vicinity enough to make something edible.
Glancing over at the Maverick as he makes an excellent point, the first spark of hope dares to catch in what had rapidly begun to feel like an endlessly dark cavern. ”I think that was a big part of it,” he huffs, meaning the hand gesture. Both to the conception, and to the way the betrayal might land. In that respect, Danta has the strongest argument (and the first, really) that Kaisel’s heard. ”Right!” he exclaims, more breath than word as his hand slowly liftsd from the cage of his hands.
”I didn’t do anything.” He’s the victim. ”Once she understands that, should be easy breezy, right?” The Flora aspect, at least, not the, y’know, parenting a tiny person to adulthood and hoping they aren’t fucked up because of anything you did. Not like you can really practice raising someone into a good person, although gods know Kaisel tries every day with Steve Stone. Oh, himself, too.
Beginning to melt into some version of relief, Kaisel sinks back deeper into his chair, hands smoothing down to his knees. One leg slides out onto its heel, the other half folded in, creating an image of a man that’s been cracked open and spilled into the seat. ”Is it really a house call if it’s her house?” Although he hardly thinks location played a role, except perhaps on the turn of phrase. ”Besides, it’s a demi-god, so Dygra had to have a hand in it.” Momentarily scrunching his brow as he wonders if Dygra has hands, he quickly gives up, shrugging away any additional problems for the day and leaving the chaos goddess to whatever metaphysical body parts she damn well pleases.
”So how do you think I tell Flora so it lands the best? Send her out to a spa all day first? Make her favorite dinner? Spit the healing water out and just lay it out?”
Glancing over at the Maverick as he makes an excellent point, the first spark of hope dares to catch in what had rapidly begun to feel like an endlessly dark cavern. ”I think that was a big part of it,” he huffs, meaning the hand gesture. Both to the conception, and to the way the betrayal might land. In that respect, Danta has the strongest argument (and the first, really) that Kaisel’s heard. ”Right!” he exclaims, more breath than word as his hand slowly liftsd from the cage of his hands.
”I didn’t do anything.” He’s the victim. ”Once she understands that, should be easy breezy, right?” The Flora aspect, at least, not the, y’know, parenting a tiny person to adulthood and hoping they aren’t fucked up because of anything you did. Not like you can really practice raising someone into a good person, although gods know Kaisel tries every day with Steve Stone. Oh, himself, too.
Beginning to melt into some version of relief, Kaisel sinks back deeper into his chair, hands smoothing down to his knees. One leg slides out onto its heel, the other half folded in, creating an image of a man that’s been cracked open and spilled into the seat. ”Is it really a house call if it’s her house?” Although he hardly thinks location played a role, except perhaps on the turn of phrase. ”Besides, it’s a demi-god, so Dygra had to have a hand in it.” Momentarily scrunching his brow as he wonders if Dygra has hands, he quickly gives up, shrugging away any additional problems for the day and leaving the chaos goddess to whatever metaphysical body parts she damn well pleases.
”So how do you think I tell Flora so it lands the best? Send her out to a spa all day first? Make her favorite dinner? Spit the healing water out and just lay it out?”
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
