Kaisel
Suffice to say, the answering figure of Remi the Bastion Taliesin, legend of Caido, demigod of death, and father who's just heard far too much about how well his daughter's mouth serves her (secret) husband, startles the absolute fuck out of Kaisel. Too often, he forgets Flora isn't always (or even, often) the only one here. "R E M I!" he squeaks, voice pitched too high as he straightens up so quickly that everything else around him goes crooked.
His backpack splits open as he yanks his arm down hard and fast, nearly pulling the hook out of the wall in the process. His spine tries to shoot up through his teeth as he snaps to attention, and when the zipper suddenly gives way, the resistance disappears all at once. His arm flings forward just as he's cupping the little bag of sand, effectively hurling it toward Remi while he stumbles a touch sideways. In so doing, he steps awkwardly on his boot and has to catch himself with a palm against the wall, which knocks a nearby painting askew.
A nervous laugh shakes free. "Oh—uh—I meant Imagine when you go down, like underwater, and suck in a big breath and it pushes your cheeks out to hold it all." Out of habit, one of his hands folds behind his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Whuh—what are you doing here?" The query is as embarrassed as his cheeks. "I mean, you're obviously welcome, of course, I was jus—can I get you something?"
His backpack splits open as he yanks his arm down hard and fast, nearly pulling the hook out of the wall in the process. His spine tries to shoot up through his teeth as he snaps to attention, and when the zipper suddenly gives way, the resistance disappears all at once. His arm flings forward just as he's cupping the little bag of sand, effectively hurling it toward Remi while he stumbles a touch sideways. In so doing, he steps awkwardly on his boot and has to catch himself with a palm against the wall, which knocks a nearby painting askew.
A nervous laugh shakes free. "Oh—uh—I meant Imagine when you go down, like underwater, and suck in a big breath and it pushes your cheeks out to hold it all." Out of habit, one of his hands folds behind his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Whuh—what are you doing here?" The query is as embarrassed as his cheeks. "I mean, you're obviously welcome, of course, I was jus—can I get you something?"
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
