Kaisel
Well, Kaisel has a new finger he'd have to put down for drinking games going forward. "Wuh-?" he starts, fabric noisily proclaiming the turn of his head as he sets his sights on the wet of her lashes after feeling her crinkle and shift beneath him. "Uhh??" he continues, brain loading on dial up for a moment. He swallows, a soft reset.
"Are you doing the thing where you blame yourself too much again?" It feels like a very plausible option, and he grabs hold of the lifeline readily, shifting in the embrace of her to better regard her now. Something of a fond simper has tilted his features, as if this too is just another one of her quirks and tales that he's so deeply affectionate over. The way she shoulders the world too readily for the sake of others, even when murder is on the line. She has a history of it, after all, with Enzo being a ghost she haunted herself with. "You're not responsible for everything that goes wrong."
"Are you doing the thing where you blame yourself too much again?" It feels like a very plausible option, and he grabs hold of the lifeline readily, shifting in the embrace of her to better regard her now. Something of a fond simper has tilted his features, as if this too is just another one of her quirks and tales that he's so deeply affectionate over. The way she shoulders the world too readily for the sake of others, even when murder is on the line. She has a history of it, after all, with Enzo being a ghost she haunted herself with. "You're not responsible for everything that goes wrong."
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
