Everybody sour like a lemon tree
Blowing over the hot liquid, he tilts it back carefully and sips slowly while watching Soh. She’s let her focus drop to the painting now, and it gentles her features some as the words spill instead of are carefully placed. Not that she’s grown careless, but has shifted into something more like comfort, or a rythym for the tale and the path of her thoughts. Something more honest, Kaisel doesn’t doubt, as much for him as for her.
Setting his tea down to the side, a brow rises in response to the pause and the way it shapes her mouth down. The only good kind of but requires an extra ‘t’ and way more movement in some jeans—the one she’s offering sounds like trouble. ”Mm?” he encourages, picking his brush back up to angle his attention off her in case the spotlight of it will cause some wilting.
Letting the red coat dry, he’s moved on to the amber and gold tones of the honey jar, swiping his base coat easily, at first. The questing matter of Jude is a surprising portion to this, if o0nly because Kaisel disagrees with the idea of letting the gods smuggle pieces of you away, however tempting it is to give up all the hurt. Begins to blur the lines of who you are, and soon enough it’s easy to want to give all your pain away, but pain serves a purpose. It’s all in the same family of going back in time to change something, just doesn’t seem worth the unseen ripple effects into other parts of yourself, not in his opinion.
He doesn’t manage to voice any of this before she continues, her next points completely understandable and—”Why would Zavien care?” His brush flicks up abruptly, yellow paint flung, brow scrunching in thought. He didn’t want to look at the answer key for this connect the dots game, so sure he had the kid’s menu down, but the shape of it just become more difficult. He smooths out the temptation to cheat, committed to drawing onward. ”I mean, sure, he’d have something to say, but it’s Koa that I’m worried about. Although if Jude is willing to go through all that just to be your friend again, is there even any risk left?”
Setting his tea down to the side, a brow rises in response to the pause and the way it shapes her mouth down. The only good kind of but requires an extra ‘t’ and way more movement in some jeans—the one she’s offering sounds like trouble. ”Mm?” he encourages, picking his brush back up to angle his attention off her in case the spotlight of it will cause some wilting.
Letting the red coat dry, he’s moved on to the amber and gold tones of the honey jar, swiping his base coat easily, at first. The questing matter of Jude is a surprising portion to this, if o0nly because Kaisel disagrees with the idea of letting the gods smuggle pieces of you away, however tempting it is to give up all the hurt. Begins to blur the lines of who you are, and soon enough it’s easy to want to give all your pain away, but pain serves a purpose. It’s all in the same family of going back in time to change something, just doesn’t seem worth the unseen ripple effects into other parts of yourself, not in his opinion.
He doesn’t manage to voice any of this before she continues, her next points completely understandable and—”Why would Zavien care?” His brush flicks up abruptly, yellow paint flung, brow scrunching in thought. He didn’t want to look at the answer key for this connect the dots game, so sure he had the kid’s menu down, but the shape of it just become more difficult. He smooths out the temptation to cheat, committed to drawing onward. ”I mean, sure, he’d have something to say, but it’s Koa that I’m worried about. Although if Jude is willing to go through all that just to be your friend again, is there even any risk left?”
Kaisel
I'm just smiling down upon my enemies
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
