I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
Flora's ability would be helpful, because honestly, Kaisel probably didn't hear everything Zavien had to say, or didn't hear it right, too focused on the few things he did hear all too clearly and didn't like. At this point though, he's no longer trying to argue the specifics of their exact phrasing, and he can relent that Zavien is probably right with his correction.
That doesn't do much to dull the scrape of being asked time and again to prove the threat was empty when nothing had ever come of it, when he's said as much a dozen ways, when his hands are spread wide and remain clean. It's why he decides there's no sense in enduring injury just to argue this point, because clearly it won't be over soon if they still misunderstand each other so thoroughly.
So he thinks, until the glimmering, golden phrase of you're right hits him on the back of the head. It's enough force for Kaisel to stop in his tracks, standing, wavering for a moment as he tries to ensure he heard it right, replaying it in his head like an echo he's caught. Kaisel doesn't often hear those words, so it's easy to think he's misheard. He glances back at Zavien over his shoulder, certain he'd see the man's features still contorted in a way that was telling him how wrong he was, not right.
He finds someone grappling with hurt though, the anger only ever armor over it, the tension and the bearing down on phrasing all an attempt to not be hurt so cleanly again. Kaisel can understand that. "Getting my water," he explains as he finishes his stride towards his bag, slumping onto the nearest bench and fishing out the bottle of healing water as he listens to Zavien. Leaning to the side, he pours it slowly over the wound, wincing at the first contact, but the healing glow settles soon enough and stitches back his skin to something whole.
"Yeah..." he grunts out, leaning over his knees, both hands clasped around the jar. He lifts his gaze slowly from the floor where he's been considering, attention settling back to Zavien with a wariness born from how thoroughly he's played a role in this. That has never escaped him. "I grew up," he says weakly, a fragile smile slanting across half his face. "I got deep into shit for the first time. Love, like never before. Pressures and complications that I'd never dealt with... school and Dragoons don't train you what to do when your girlfriend's your cousin's ex and when she has a dangerous ex who almost killed you. Or when your ex burns down her bar." He huffs out a laugh, dry as a reed. "Or if they did, I guess I skipped that day."
He sighs, tilting the healing water back into his mouth, hoping it might stave off some of the exhaustion trying to settle too deeply in him. "We were trying to be really cautious about who knew, and when. For a lot of reasons." His lips scrunch to the side, not fond of particular memories around that time, even with the distance of time. "Sorry, I jumped from zero to a hundred on you. Shit was already really tense around all of that, but I should have handled that better."
It doesn't seem worth continuing to go over the wound though, whatever the apologies or the reasons. Smiling more surely at the notion they're both a bit stupid and loud, Kaisel shakes his head faintly. "Ain't that the truth." Capping his jar of water, he slips it back into his bag, and holds out a hand towards Zavien. If he takes it, Kai will draw him into a bro hug. "No one's getting lost here."
That doesn't do much to dull the scrape of being asked time and again to prove the threat was empty when nothing had ever come of it, when he's said as much a dozen ways, when his hands are spread wide and remain clean. It's why he decides there's no sense in enduring injury just to argue this point, because clearly it won't be over soon if they still misunderstand each other so thoroughly.
So he thinks, until the glimmering, golden phrase of you're right hits him on the back of the head. It's enough force for Kaisel to stop in his tracks, standing, wavering for a moment as he tries to ensure he heard it right, replaying it in his head like an echo he's caught. Kaisel doesn't often hear those words, so it's easy to think he's misheard. He glances back at Zavien over his shoulder, certain he'd see the man's features still contorted in a way that was telling him how wrong he was, not right.
He finds someone grappling with hurt though, the anger only ever armor over it, the tension and the bearing down on phrasing all an attempt to not be hurt so cleanly again. Kaisel can understand that. "Getting my water," he explains as he finishes his stride towards his bag, slumping onto the nearest bench and fishing out the bottle of healing water as he listens to Zavien. Leaning to the side, he pours it slowly over the wound, wincing at the first contact, but the healing glow settles soon enough and stitches back his skin to something whole.
"Yeah..." he grunts out, leaning over his knees, both hands clasped around the jar. He lifts his gaze slowly from the floor where he's been considering, attention settling back to Zavien with a wariness born from how thoroughly he's played a role in this. That has never escaped him. "I grew up," he says weakly, a fragile smile slanting across half his face. "I got deep into shit for the first time. Love, like never before. Pressures and complications that I'd never dealt with... school and Dragoons don't train you what to do when your girlfriend's your cousin's ex and when she has a dangerous ex who almost killed you. Or when your ex burns down her bar." He huffs out a laugh, dry as a reed. "Or if they did, I guess I skipped that day."
He sighs, tilting the healing water back into his mouth, hoping it might stave off some of the exhaustion trying to settle too deeply in him. "We were trying to be really cautious about who knew, and when. For a lot of reasons." His lips scrunch to the side, not fond of particular memories around that time, even with the distance of time. "Sorry, I jumped from zero to a hundred on you. Shit was already really tense around all of that, but I should have handled that better."
It doesn't seem worth continuing to go over the wound though, whatever the apologies or the reasons. Smiling more surely at the notion they're both a bit stupid and loud, Kaisel shakes his head faintly. "Ain't that the truth." Capping his jar of water, he slips it back into his bag, and holds out a hand towards Zavien. If he takes it, Kai will draw him into a bro hug. "No one's getting lost here."
Kaisel
So welcome to the fire, I'm the one with the lighter
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
