Something warm about the winter when you come around
Ignoring warning labels is half the fun. You'd warm it up if I did, right? Which, given that they're married and therefore under the law of the stars themselves, he has full permission to set cold toes against Flora at any time.
Kaisel's laugh follows traitor like he's reaching for a triumph not yet within range. It certainly ticks over the scoreboard though. Ignoring one thing Iskra says to pluck up the favored ones, much like M&Ms in trailmix, Kaisel brightens further. "Now that's sound logic," he declares about being able to try everything once. This is where could and should make a difference, but Kaisel is easily pursuaded into bad ideas if they involve anything remotely fun, or heroic, especially if he thinks he has a shot.
Glancing Flora's way with a rise of his brows as more explanations and reassurances land, each one like water eroding sand, he's left with the shape of her unwilling in the same way someone still peeks despite claiming not wanting to see. The current of disbelief seeps from her to him, trying to destabilize from within like a secret agent. We could always stash some, he counters, glancing towards the vendor stalls with a narrowed gaze as he attempts to calculate how quickly he could build and hide a hoard of goods. It seems time is short though, Iskra and Mel already breaking off for their venture on the track.
What she says pulls him back, and for a moment he searches her face in silence, almost looking like he's initiating a staring contest and whoever breaks first will be the loser of this decision. He can trace the edges of the reluctance there still, stressed in her tone and layering in the shadow of her lashes. Yet, there's something else, wrinkling the corners of her smile. "If it's awful, you can say 'I told you so' like a hundred times and I'll give you foot rubs until next season." He knocks his shoulder into her, then with the link of their arms drags her back as he leans the other way. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"
Kaisel's laugh follows traitor like he's reaching for a triumph not yet within range. It certainly ticks over the scoreboard though. Ignoring one thing Iskra says to pluck up the favored ones, much like M&Ms in trailmix, Kaisel brightens further. "Now that's sound logic," he declares about being able to try everything once. This is where could and should make a difference, but Kaisel is easily pursuaded into bad ideas if they involve anything remotely fun, or heroic, especially if he thinks he has a shot.
Glancing Flora's way with a rise of his brows as more explanations and reassurances land, each one like water eroding sand, he's left with the shape of her unwilling in the same way someone still peeks despite claiming not wanting to see. The current of disbelief seeps from her to him, trying to destabilize from within like a secret agent. We could always stash some, he counters, glancing towards the vendor stalls with a narrowed gaze as he attempts to calculate how quickly he could build and hide a hoard of goods. It seems time is short though, Iskra and Mel already breaking off for their venture on the track.
What she says pulls him back, and for a moment he searches her face in silence, almost looking like he's initiating a staring contest and whoever breaks first will be the loser of this decision. He can trace the edges of the reluctance there still, stressed in her tone and layering in the shadow of her lashes. Yet, there's something else, wrinkling the corners of her smile. "If it's awful, you can say 'I told you so' like a hundred times and I'll give you foot rubs until next season." He knocks his shoulder into her, then with the link of their arms drags her back as he leans the other way. "C'mon, it'll be fun!"
Kaisel
There must be something in the water, I know you feel it too
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
