Kaisel
He's done it before to Remi, curiosity bringing him too close to old worries and wounds, but this time his bright optimism and sparkling wonder do not press further. He catches the gentler way the tone shifts, which could be the result of reaching back into distant things in order to pull them close enough to remember the details, but he's watching the creases on Remi's features too, and they appear to be doing more than fighting to grab hold of distance. There is a reason, Kaisel assumes, that he does not continue to live in the Dreaming. Sounds like an easy way to get lost, Kaisel concludes simply. Dreams are fun, usually, as are illusions and pretend, but only for so long. Too easy to lose yourself to them, and Kaisel doesn't know the half of it in Remi's case.
The world warps with a natural ease that does not register as unusual. Understanding it instead of being blind to it exists now with Remi's observations and knowledge, the dream known instead of just lived, but still there's no panic or fear at the way the impossible establishes itself so easily here. A chocolate door does not need to be anything more than a chocolate door, and there's a neat simplicity to that which makes a place like this appealing enough.
"Mmf-0od!" He shouts his rating, the sound muffled by the gob of chocolate still set between his teeth as he works it down. The bite of it from the door is revealed in a drag path of lines and a missing chunk off the previously smooth edge.
Now young Kaisel startles at the sudden yell that thunders from within. He swallows his evidence quickly, oblivious to the glistening swath of cocoa against his round cheek. His eyes widen at the accusation, the finger thrust forth sending one of his feet back, as though the air's been displaced by the motion and collides forcefully in response with his limb. "I-I wasn't!" he stammers back, straightening out all sense of guilt with his best attempt at innocence. "I only opened the door, didn't eat it, I swear." He lifts to fingers to his heart as proof.
The world warps with a natural ease that does not register as unusual. Understanding it instead of being blind to it exists now with Remi's observations and knowledge, the dream known instead of just lived, but still there's no panic or fear at the way the impossible establishes itself so easily here. A chocolate door does not need to be anything more than a chocolate door, and there's a neat simplicity to that which makes a place like this appealing enough.
"Mmf-0od!" He shouts his rating, the sound muffled by the gob of chocolate still set between his teeth as he works it down. The bite of it from the door is revealed in a drag path of lines and a missing chunk off the previously smooth edge.
Now young Kaisel startles at the sudden yell that thunders from within. He swallows his evidence quickly, oblivious to the glistening swath of cocoa against his round cheek. His eyes widen at the accusation, the finger thrust forth sending one of his feet back, as though the air's been displaced by the motion and collides forcefully in response with his limb. "I-I wasn't!" he stammers back, straightening out all sense of guilt with his best attempt at innocence. "I only opened the door, didn't eat it, I swear." He lifts to fingers to his heart as proof.
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
