No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Were it anything besides ice behind him, he would have happily slumped back into the grave that's been dug, content to rot. That sounds like a finer use of his time than trying to argue with a very determined woman. Although, his smile cannot help but flare up when she calls his shoulders broad, a bit of the peacock coming out despite the circumstances.
Briefly looking like a painting of creation on a chapel ceiling, Kaisel's hand stretching for the divine touch of Flora's, the moment appears merciful. He should have known it would be anything but, because narrow as his gaze becomes at his own replayed memory, breath held as if it might disturb the image, it results in no grand change. Expected as it had been, the disappointment curls cold and heavy in his gut, his options fast emptying out of his hands.
He draws in a sharp breath, fingers curling into his lap. "Wait," he demands, quiet. "What was that look you had on your face when I quote unquote "jumped" in? You were pointing and smug. You saw Spice!" His gaze whirls at once to the dragon, an accusatory finger lifting, as if there's any hope left in a court literally created by the pair of them.
Her attempt to damn her further by stuffing words in his mouth he spits out forcefully, unwilling to be gagged just yet. "PLAY THE DRAGON'S MEMORY!"
Briefly looking like a painting of creation on a chapel ceiling, Kaisel's hand stretching for the divine touch of Flora's, the moment appears merciful. He should have known it would be anything but, because narrow as his gaze becomes at his own replayed memory, breath held as if it might disturb the image, it results in no grand change. Expected as it had been, the disappointment curls cold and heavy in his gut, his options fast emptying out of his hands.
He draws in a sharp breath, fingers curling into his lap. "Wait," he demands, quiet. "What was that look you had on your face when I quote unquote "jumped" in? You were pointing and smug. You saw Spice!" His gaze whirls at once to the dragon, an accusatory finger lifting, as if there's any hope left in a court literally created by the pair of them.
Her attempt to damn her further by stuffing words in his mouth he spits out forcefully, unwilling to be gagged just yet. "PLAY THE DRAGON'S MEMORY!"
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
