I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
Trying to keep it in meant it just kinda, sprung out, coiled too tight for too long. He'd have told her over parchment, but felt it wiser to put himself in punching range, for her sake. So instead it's been sat on, finally escaping in a wild, frantic way that's nothing like he rehearsed. Danta had advised against glamorizing the moment, but maybe he could have at least showered it off instead of kicking it out of bed and onto the floor.
He recognizes all this the moment it leaves his lips, and he stills almost in tandem with her, eyes slowly opening wider like a dog about to haul ass around the house. His zoomies might be a bit more fear motivated in this context. Babe lands like the footstep that splinters the ice over a lake, and Kaisel holds his breath, afraid to shift any of his weight and plunge into the chill. "Nothing!!!" he squeaks out, pushing back to sit up a bit straighter against the headboard of the bed, the lazy comfort of being flat now feeling too similar to lying in a grave. Both hands lift to hold her, using the contact to funnel as much sincerity into her as he can manage.
"When Dygra improved my weapon, and Charlie was there—we weren't even touching or standing that close to one another or anything!" He needs her to know, to believe that nothing had happened between him and Charlie, which had been half the mind fuck he'd already staggered through. "Well, she also gave Charlie a gift then. A spill of chaos, she called it. A demigod child." Maybe more apparent how easily he'd been duped now, saying it so plain, but in the moment he'd felt like he'd just been offered a version of a cuck chair and got way more involved than ever desired. "It wasn't immediately obvious, what Dygra meant, but Charlie knew right away. She could feel it, and..." he rolls his eyes a touch here, because gods help him, his friend is a pain in the ass sometimes and he still loves her for it, maybe more because of it, but he'd prefer never to do this again. "She leaned into it, passed it off like it was ours."
He recognizes all this the moment it leaves his lips, and he stills almost in tandem with her, eyes slowly opening wider like a dog about to haul ass around the house. His zoomies might be a bit more fear motivated in this context. Babe lands like the footstep that splinters the ice over a lake, and Kaisel holds his breath, afraid to shift any of his weight and plunge into the chill. "Nothing!!!" he squeaks out, pushing back to sit up a bit straighter against the headboard of the bed, the lazy comfort of being flat now feeling too similar to lying in a grave. Both hands lift to hold her, using the contact to funnel as much sincerity into her as he can manage.
"When Dygra improved my weapon, and Charlie was there—we weren't even touching or standing that close to one another or anything!" He needs her to know, to believe that nothing had happened between him and Charlie, which had been half the mind fuck he'd already staggered through. "Well, she also gave Charlie a gift then. A spill of chaos, she called it. A demigod child." Maybe more apparent how easily he'd been duped now, saying it so plain, but in the moment he'd felt like he'd just been offered a version of a cuck chair and got way more involved than ever desired. "It wasn't immediately obvious, what Dygra meant, but Charlie knew right away. She could feel it, and..." he rolls his eyes a touch here, because gods help him, his friend is a pain in the ass sometimes and he still loves her for it, maybe more because of it, but he'd prefer never to do this again. "She leaned into it, passed it off like it was ours."
I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
