No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Alright, so he’s come to find the kid isn’t his after all, which is a fucking relief. In that short span of time where he believed it though, the best of the feelings have stuck around. He wants to see this baby and its mother flourish, and he intends to be the best not-needed-fake-dad-godfather-uncle-friend-thing one could possibly be.
Reaching for the door of the Dusklight with his free hand, Kaisel turns his head towards Flora , his other arm still snug around her waist. She’s in charge of the large gift, wrapped in red paper with black dragon patterns across it, the versatile baby sling inside ensuring Charlie could be her hyperactive self with the infant in tow at all times. Hopefully, not actually all times, given her line of work, but it wouldn’t surprise him.
He shoots her a quick grin, which admittedly might have a more haunting quality than usual in the low light that’s here before they step inside. Half his face is painted blue, the other half pink, as if they’re arriving to a sporting event with teams to be staunchly rooted for and not a shower. Atop his head, a headband is neatly nestled in the mess of his hair, plush horns rising up, one pink and one blue, in Charlie and Dygra’s honor. His black, loose and deep-cut shirt has the faintest streaks of glittery champagne threaded through it, the cut specifically chosen to help combat the expected heat, as are the maroon shorts.
”Remember,” he begins, gaze gleaming with the reflection of nearby firelight, his copper bright with a deviousness that’s dangerous to bring around here. ”You can’t say the word ‘baby’ once we get inside, and we can each only use an alternative word, like kid, once.” He absolutely would be keeping score, because the winner gets a ‘yes’ day.
Waiting for her confirmation, he pulls them inside, passing beneath the grand balloon arch. Wary of the shadows dancing around Astaroth , Kaisel gives him some wider berth, but calls out a greeting to both him and Dantalion . ”A-train, D-dawg, It’s lit in here!” Which is to say he’s thrilled by their decorations, the party perfect for Charlie . ”Where’s the woman of the hour!?”
Reaching for the door of the Dusklight with his free hand, Kaisel turns his head towards Flora , his other arm still snug around her waist. She’s in charge of the large gift, wrapped in red paper with black dragon patterns across it, the versatile baby sling inside ensuring Charlie could be her hyperactive self with the infant in tow at all times. Hopefully, not actually all times, given her line of work, but it wouldn’t surprise him.
He shoots her a quick grin, which admittedly might have a more haunting quality than usual in the low light that’s here before they step inside. Half his face is painted blue, the other half pink, as if they’re arriving to a sporting event with teams to be staunchly rooted for and not a shower. Atop his head, a headband is neatly nestled in the mess of his hair, plush horns rising up, one pink and one blue, in Charlie and Dygra’s honor. His black, loose and deep-cut shirt has the faintest streaks of glittery champagne threaded through it, the cut specifically chosen to help combat the expected heat, as are the maroon shorts.
”Remember,” he begins, gaze gleaming with the reflection of nearby firelight, his copper bright with a deviousness that’s dangerous to bring around here. ”You can’t say the word ‘baby’ once we get inside, and we can each only use an alternative word, like kid, once.” He absolutely would be keeping score, because the winner gets a ‘yes’ day.
Waiting for her confirmation, he pulls them inside, passing beneath the grand balloon arch. Wary of the shadows dancing around Astaroth , Kaisel gives him some wider berth, but calls out a greeting to both him and Dantalion . ”A-train, D-dawg, It’s lit in here!” Which is to say he’s thrilled by their decorations, the party perfect for Charlie . ”Where’s the woman of the hour!?”
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
