No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
The sort of outrage only reserved for things that don’t truly matter takes over his expression as Flora flirts with the rules, purposefully lifting them up and stretching them. ”PHlorah” he scolds, the first part of her name wring deep with the pinch of his lip, matching the crease in his brow as he scrutinizes her bastardization of the game. Unfortunately, she’s done nothing wrong, and damnit, he doesn’t want to admit that he wishes he’d thought of it first. Or that it didn’t excite him, but watching her push boundaries and tangle something that’d seemed so clean is undeniably attractive. Add to that the little piano recital her fingers are completing against his side, and he’s in for a long night of having to shift comfort back into the seam of his pants.
Her warning is a familiar one, given her fathers. Still, Kaisel can’t help but rise from the tip of his head, angled to better catch her murmur, and cast a fresh glance back towards the muzzled terror that is Astaroth. ”Done,” he decides, and there’s no difficulty to that choice in the slightest.
Charlie bursts into the room in a dazzling display of energy, heat, and legs that Kaisel is more than fond of. She knows how to make a proper entrance. Grinning across the room to see her, more round than the last he had, sure to be greeting her newborn soon, he finds a happiness that exists because she is happy and thriving.
It’s no surprise at all that Flora knows someone he doesn’t, for as social of a butterfly as Kaisel can be, Flora is an entire swarm. ”Kaisel,” he offers to Aithne , and he rather hopes the message in the stars will reshape the word friend on his behalf. ”I’m taking bets on what gender Charlie’s bundle of joy will be. What’re you in for?”
Her warning is a familiar one, given her fathers. Still, Kaisel can’t help but rise from the tip of his head, angled to better catch her murmur, and cast a fresh glance back towards the muzzled terror that is Astaroth. ”Done,” he decides, and there’s no difficulty to that choice in the slightest.
Charlie bursts into the room in a dazzling display of energy, heat, and legs that Kaisel is more than fond of. She knows how to make a proper entrance. Grinning across the room to see her, more round than the last he had, sure to be greeting her newborn soon, he finds a happiness that exists because she is happy and thriving.
It’s no surprise at all that Flora knows someone he doesn’t, for as social of a butterfly as Kaisel can be, Flora is an entire swarm. ”Kaisel,” he offers to Aithne , and he rather hopes the message in the stars will reshape the word friend on his behalf. ”I’m taking bets on what gender Charlie’s bundle of joy will be. What’re you in for?”
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
