Kaisel
The reassurance that they appear to be quite alone is immediate, unwinding in the shape of a massive sigh that grants a lazier tilt to the pathway through the sky. It's not absolute, but it's enough. Good, he says firmly, not particularly fond of the idea of facing off with something in a world where reality could contort itself so easily, the feeling far too similar to angling for a fist fight and tasting lightning instead.
The bother seems contagious. A pupil thins and a section of lip smears up over a row of teeth as Kaisel grimaces back in response. I did not realize you meant the body also teleported. I thought it was jumping from one mind to another...but no, I prefer just our minds. A helpful escape, perhaps, if this was the creature's dream. He would not be so persuaded by white clouds and gummy worms as to think that beast's brain would stay so soft. Maybe their own wouldn't either.
Snaring the warm winds once more in the grasp of his wings, Kaisel's prior dive is undone in an effortless upheaval, and he tilts for a moment into the feeling of the invisible pressure sliding along his side and fluttering beneath the edge of his wing. The change of momentum from rising to falling and the brief inertia in between is exhilarating, leading to Kaisel performing a series of aerial bounces, as it were, rising and sinking in succession. His attention swivels noticeably towards the Bastion at the query, and though his ears have no external shape, they surely prick for the tautness that draws over him.
Yes, he decides after a pause of consideration, gathering an idea more than courage. All too soon, the sky unravels, and it can no longer hold them up, their wings requiring faster beating, which still isn't enough. It's a graceful matter of falling, an as inevitable as something tossed up bound to return, not jarring or alarming so much as it is recognized.
What awaits them below is a cobblestone street, deserted save for one lone structure gleaming in its urban shrine. He doesn't remember landing, or changing, but this doesn't seem to bother him as Kaisel stands before the house, quietly observing it. "Seems to have worked," he declares, the shift in the reality obvious now. A cottage made entirely of candy awaits, its sugar-spun ornamentation and colorful, chewy surfaces glinting with winks of light and invitation. Kaisel steps forward, reaching for the cinnamon-roll knob and jerks open the solid-chocolate door, the edges of it already wilting beneath the heat of his hand. "This is entirely stupid and also amazing," he grins, leaning in to gnaw at a section of door.
The bother seems contagious. A pupil thins and a section of lip smears up over a row of teeth as Kaisel grimaces back in response. I did not realize you meant the body also teleported. I thought it was jumping from one mind to another...but no, I prefer just our minds. A helpful escape, perhaps, if this was the creature's dream. He would not be so persuaded by white clouds and gummy worms as to think that beast's brain would stay so soft. Maybe their own wouldn't either.
Snaring the warm winds once more in the grasp of his wings, Kaisel's prior dive is undone in an effortless upheaval, and he tilts for a moment into the feeling of the invisible pressure sliding along his side and fluttering beneath the edge of his wing. The change of momentum from rising to falling and the brief inertia in between is exhilarating, leading to Kaisel performing a series of aerial bounces, as it were, rising and sinking in succession. His attention swivels noticeably towards the Bastion at the query, and though his ears have no external shape, they surely prick for the tautness that draws over him.
Yes, he decides after a pause of consideration, gathering an idea more than courage. All too soon, the sky unravels, and it can no longer hold them up, their wings requiring faster beating, which still isn't enough. It's a graceful matter of falling, an as inevitable as something tossed up bound to return, not jarring or alarming so much as it is recognized.
What awaits them below is a cobblestone street, deserted save for one lone structure gleaming in its urban shrine. He doesn't remember landing, or changing, but this doesn't seem to bother him as Kaisel stands before the house, quietly observing it. "Seems to have worked," he declares, the shift in the reality obvious now. A cottage made entirely of candy awaits, its sugar-spun ornamentation and colorful, chewy surfaces glinting with winks of light and invitation. Kaisel steps forward, reaching for the cinnamon-roll knob and jerks open the solid-chocolate door, the edges of it already wilting beneath the heat of his hand. "This is entirely stupid and also amazing," he grins, leaning in to gnaw at a section of door.
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
