Everybody sour like a lemon tree
His paintbrush now feels like a brace in his hands, uncertain fingers curling around it like it could haul him back to the shore of understanding. He’d been listening, not letting the paint absorb him, a simple enough task to lay such plain colors, but it feels like the conversation just removed a step from the staircase too early.
Kaisel reels a touch, confusion crumbling into outright loss. He’s lost the plot. ”Wait—what? But you said…” It’s about then he realizes that she never named anyone beyond the label of boyfriend. Predictably, he’d thought it’d be his cousin, the two circling each other for so long it seems they’d both forgotten who’s the shark and who’s the blood.
His frown deepens into an impressive line when she so kindly extends further clarity. She tries to put the step back, but he’s well and good stumbled off it. ”Zavien???” His tone is as incredulous as his face, head sucking back like she’s just dealt him a blow instead of a name. His neck hairs prickle in response, hackles fluffing at the fresh news of hurt being directed to his cousin, surely under some noble disguise again. ”His best friend?” Kaisel demands, the rough laugh of something too awful to be possible forcing itself free, the sound rich with distaste instead of humor.
”Wow, he sure moves on quick. Didn’t his girlfriend just die?” Kaisel hums with a shake of his head, far too focused on carving out his shock and displeasure to recognize the splatter effects of it, as if each word is him flicking his paintbrush about.
Kaisel reels a touch, confusion crumbling into outright loss. He’s lost the plot. ”Wait—what? But you said…” It’s about then he realizes that she never named anyone beyond the label of boyfriend. Predictably, he’d thought it’d be his cousin, the two circling each other for so long it seems they’d both forgotten who’s the shark and who’s the blood.
His frown deepens into an impressive line when she so kindly extends further clarity. She tries to put the step back, but he’s well and good stumbled off it. ”Zavien???” His tone is as incredulous as his face, head sucking back like she’s just dealt him a blow instead of a name. His neck hairs prickle in response, hackles fluffing at the fresh news of hurt being directed to his cousin, surely under some noble disguise again. ”His best friend?” Kaisel demands, the rough laugh of something too awful to be possible forcing itself free, the sound rich with distaste instead of humor.
”Wow, he sure moves on quick. Didn’t his girlfriend just die?” Kaisel hums with a shake of his head, far too focused on carving out his shock and displeasure to recognize the splatter effects of it, as if each word is him flicking his paintbrush about.
Kaisel
I'm just smiling down upon my enemies
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
