Kaisel
The man's unyielding stature is reminiscent of the last time Kaisel had tried to make Remi move, as effective as shouldering the ground and trying to dial daylight back to darkness. It's a memory that flares through the insistent terror of child Kaisel, and the reminder that this is Remi, both of them are, because this is a dream, floods him. It's then that he remembers he already got his socks wet with it all.
Still clutching onto the plaid arm, Kaisel's features gradually lose the shape of the horror that is the too-toothy grandmother wolf-witch in disguise. "Boom, bitch," he whispers to her instead, as casual as the racking of a newly acquired shotgun during a zombie outbreak. Overhead, a house comes careening down, spinning through the air and smashing down to flatten her beneath it like a bug to a boot heel.
"Very funny mister," he scoffs as he rounds, freshly lucid, back to woodsman Remi with his still-small hands balling into fists at his hips.
Still clutching onto the plaid arm, Kaisel's features gradually lose the shape of the horror that is the too-toothy grandmother wolf-witch in disguise. "Boom, bitch," he whispers to her instead, as casual as the racking of a newly acquired shotgun during a zombie outbreak. Overhead, a house comes careening down, spinning through the air and smashing down to flatten her beneath it like a bug to a boot heel.
"Very funny mister," he scoffs as he rounds, freshly lucid, back to woodsman Remi with his still-small hands balling into fists at his hips.
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
