Kaisel
His glance back affords him the sight of Remi slipping fully clothed into the sea, which is certainly better than the alternative of seeing his father-in-law strip down, always packing a monster regardless of what skin he wears. The evidence of Remi’s reach soon becomes apparent as unmanned ships are rearranged, little more than a boy’s bathtub toy in the grip of the Bastion. The sheer power of it is awesome, and it’s a constant reminder of what company he can so casually keep without even realizing it. They’re dads, and they embody that in ever possible way now, especially now after trial and error, but they’re also still legendary demi-gods flexing might without a second thought. How easily the extraordinary becomes mundane when it’s the normal.
”Oh, good,” Kaisel says with a stuttered relief as his rope starts to spill apart from his arm, his motion and focus tugged towards the kraken’s wake for too long. He jostles it up with one leg lifted, trying to keep it steady while he hauls it back up to his shoulders. ”In that case, I just might take some of this home, make a new climbing wall for Spice.” Sea ropes should be sturdy enough to last her claws long enough to make the effort worthwhile.
Setting them down around a pole at the section where the dock begins to jut out from the mainland, they’re mostly still coiled. Brushing away a few fibers, he‘s soon in stride behind Ronin, glancing up suddenly at the unexpected question. For a completely unrelated reason, he claps his hand over the blue hairtie on the other. ”Umm, not exactly. I think either Longheat or Deepfrost, but not this upcoming Deepfrost,” he reassures, reaching for some discarded nets. He bundles them messily into his arms, waddling around an end that drags and threatens to capture his heel if he’s not careful. ”Could be a fine thing to do during Longnight, honestly. Bring a brighter aspect to that date. Make everyone hold some flames embodying the blaze of our love, or something.” Could also mean people accidentally set each other on fire, but, details.
”Oh, good,” Kaisel says with a stuttered relief as his rope starts to spill apart from his arm, his motion and focus tugged towards the kraken’s wake for too long. He jostles it up with one leg lifted, trying to keep it steady while he hauls it back up to his shoulders. ”In that case, I just might take some of this home, make a new climbing wall for Spice.” Sea ropes should be sturdy enough to last her claws long enough to make the effort worthwhile.
Setting them down around a pole at the section where the dock begins to jut out from the mainland, they’re mostly still coiled. Brushing away a few fibers, he‘s soon in stride behind Ronin, glancing up suddenly at the unexpected question. For a completely unrelated reason, he claps his hand over the blue hairtie on the other. ”Umm, not exactly. I think either Longheat or Deepfrost, but not this upcoming Deepfrost,” he reassures, reaching for some discarded nets. He bundles them messily into his arms, waddling around an end that drags and threatens to capture his heel if he’s not careful. ”Could be a fine thing to do during Longnight, honestly. Bring a brighter aspect to that date. Make everyone hold some flames embodying the blaze of our love, or something.” Could also mean people accidentally set each other on fire, but, details.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
