Kaisel
When one has already dug themselves a hole, the best thing to do is keep digging, obviously. If you've made a good hole, you can make a better hole. The bright and happy good that Remi serves him, especially combined with an admittance of difficulty, ought to rouse a sense of accomplishment and pride. Even a fake sense of one, if he's sticking steadfast to his ruse, but it makes his stomach flop instead. That it isn't easy should reassure him, but now he's worried he's just missed his window to figure it out in the least complicated way possible, and what had started as a white lie is quickly feeling like it's absorbing colors he didn't mean. Fuck.
Too confident and proud to admit otherwise for the time being, Kaisel just forces his smile into place in response. This is not the first time he's had to catch up to his own words, and now that he knows he's supposed to be solving something, surely he actually can.
As Remi's hand extends a touch, Kaisel finds himself mimicking the motion, his palm flipping up a breath later. When he blinks, his lashes lower over a house, and lift upon the sky. This too is taken in the stride of dreams, although where's his body is still slumped on the floor of the house, muscles twitch, jerking from the cliff edge with an innate concern that translates into his dream self that crouches lower, hands flaring for balance. The wind rolls over his fingertips, and while heights do not alarm him outright, this place is not familiar the way Stormbreak had been, or anything else he remembers climbing up to.
"Fuck! We need some sails or something, the wind wasn't supposed to be this bad!" Where the brain searches for a reason for being here, for a point as to why they'd be so precariously planted in danger, he conjures something close enough to feel familiar.
Too confident and proud to admit otherwise for the time being, Kaisel just forces his smile into place in response. This is not the first time he's had to catch up to his own words, and now that he knows he's supposed to be solving something, surely he actually can.
As Remi's hand extends a touch, Kaisel finds himself mimicking the motion, his palm flipping up a breath later. When he blinks, his lashes lower over a house, and lift upon the sky. This too is taken in the stride of dreams, although where's his body is still slumped on the floor of the house, muscles twitch, jerking from the cliff edge with an innate concern that translates into his dream self that crouches lower, hands flaring for balance. The wind rolls over his fingertips, and while heights do not alarm him outright, this place is not familiar the way Stormbreak had been, or anything else he remembers climbing up to.
"Fuck! We need some sails or something, the wind wasn't supposed to be this bad!" Where the brain searches for a reason for being here, for a point as to why they'd be so precariously planted in danger, he conjures something close enough to feel familiar.
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
