No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
The sharp song of metal on glass has Kaisel craning his head over his shoulder, attention fully stolen. It’s only a brief moment before that descends into the louder clang of plates and glasswhere striking into pieces on the floor, silverwater clattering with a firmer resilience, and the wild tumble of food and liquid. Kaisel’s mouth has fully popped ajar, never having seen someone so thoroughly ruin their own party.
His gaze slides immediately to Flora, trying to catch her eye to properly disseminate their feelings with one another. It doesn’t take long, a practiced exchange, but a swift flurry of holy shit, did you see that? and I know, the fuck?. Before he can blink at her has Danta lost it?, which can sometimes look like your tits look amazing, an announcement tumbles into the chaos.
”Oh my gods,” Kaisel breathes, his drink immediately abandoned to the ground as both hands Home Alone his face. Before he can shout a proper congrats to Charlie from across the room, about as close as he expected to get right now, Danta summons him. Now he becomes Edvard Munch’s The Scream. His mouth runs dry, surprise and mild shock rooting him for a moment, but then he’s glancing at Flora again, hand sliding intentionally along her midriff. ”Uh—duty calls?”
He hurries over the mess to get to the birthing table Danta has just arranged. With the complete horror of someone who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing but has been thrust into it anyway, and how fitting there’d be a trial by fire with Ancients, Kaisel over-wide grins at Charlie as he takes one of her hands in his and holds it up. ”Alright girlie, let’s get that baby out of you.”
His gaze slides immediately to Flora, trying to catch her eye to properly disseminate their feelings with one another. It doesn’t take long, a practiced exchange, but a swift flurry of holy shit, did you see that? and I know, the fuck?. Before he can blink at her has Danta lost it?, which can sometimes look like your tits look amazing, an announcement tumbles into the chaos.
”Oh my gods,” Kaisel breathes, his drink immediately abandoned to the ground as both hands Home Alone his face. Before he can shout a proper congrats to Charlie from across the room, about as close as he expected to get right now, Danta summons him. Now he becomes Edvard Munch’s The Scream. His mouth runs dry, surprise and mild shock rooting him for a moment, but then he’s glancing at Flora again, hand sliding intentionally along her midriff. ”Uh—duty calls?”
He hurries over the mess to get to the birthing table Danta has just arranged. With the complete horror of someone who doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing but has been thrust into it anyway, and how fitting there’d be a trial by fire with Ancients, Kaisel over-wide grins at Charlie as he takes one of her hands in his and holds it up. ”Alright girlie, let’s get that baby out of you.”
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
