#kai:thread

[loveisliquor]

@indiekings

kailani’s seated on the kitchen counter-- in a red dress that clings to her like a second skin, her legs swinging as she watches her best friend make her dinner. he moves around the kitchen with confidence and certainty-- his moves are almost rhythmic-- the slicing, the sound of frying-- metal on metal. she’s seen him in a lot of different situations-- over the years, but there’s something about the intimacy of watching him cook that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up slightly, makes her take notice in a way that she doesn’t want to admit. she wants to blame the wine for the way her eyes linger on his lips, or the way her stomach turns when he offers her a small bite of something. “i mean i know you’re supposed to be good at this but if i get food poisoning i will kill you.” she teases him--because it’s natural-- but now it feels tinged with something else. something dangerous. the sentiment lingers when she wraps her lips around the fork-- and holds his gaze. he’s watching her so intently that she’s almost afraid to chew. “oh wow-- that tastes amazing.” she chews slowly. “i’m... trying hard not to be impressed. and failing.”

[loveisliquor]

@indiekings

sometimes she’s half certain that she’s a little too comfortable with bao. there’s something so certain about him-- that it makes all of their dates feel like  a strange combination of old and new. the way he watches her as she packs up feels like that mix of something familiar and something completely new. she can almost feel the warmth of his gaze--and she turns to meet him, some witty retort on her lips. instead he kisses her--soft and sweet-- and when he pulls away her mind is blissfully blank and her cheeks are pink and flushed. his question catches her off guard-- and it takes her a second before she nods. “okay. i’d love to stay. i’m going to need a shirt though.” she presses a soft kiss to his chest, inhaling deeply before  pulling away. 

“i’m going to need a shirt to sleep in though...” she tugs on the bottom of his shirt playfully. “and the one you’re in now smells pretty good.” she smirks as she teases him, tossing a playful wink his way before rinsing off her hands. “i’m gonna hope in the shower...”  she walks over to him, and wraps her arms around him. “so leave my pyjamas out for me.” she isn’t sure the invitation is for anything more than her-- snuggling into him in the middle of the night, and honestly that alone felt like it would be an amazing end to their night. 

[loveisliquor]

open to: any connection (m/nb)  find out about kai: here

“you always hurt me.” she feels rung out-- exhausted by the conversation. “i just.... i’m better than you’re ready for. you don’t know how not to hurt me. you show up-- turn everything upside down-- and leave me here to deal with myself. i’m... “ she shakes her head slightly, wrapping her morning gown a little tighter around her volumptuous frame. “i can’t do this anymore. you can’t show up here-- upset that i’m... prioritising myself over you... and yourself.” 

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@lcmodelo

the rain feels like a thousand tiny needles pressing against her skin, she’s aware of each icy nip as she moves through the last few stragglers, running through the storm-- looking shelter. her feet lead her to the bar-- there’s no real conciousness there. it’s almost opening time--and she knows that the sudden storm would keep most customers away. it would have to do. she steps into the bar with a small smirk-- soaked through. she’s freezing-- shivering in water logged clothing. she shrugs off her coat to reveal a white cami-- wet too-- and a pair of jeans. there are bruises on her wrists. on her upper arm. she doesn’t think about it-- doesn’t recognise what they will seem like to emmet. instead she tries to make polite conversation and pretend like her clothing isn’t sticking to her like a second skin. 

“i know i’m early-- but there’s a hurricane outside. do you happen to have a second shirt? i’m freezing--” she doesn’t explain herself. doesn’t recount the screaming match with her boyfriend. she just gives him a smile. “also if you happen to have anything warm to drink I’ll consider marrying you for it.” she isn’t sure how long the downpour will last-- but it shows no signs of letting up. and she can tell it’s turning into snow now-- it’s a mess she wants nothing to do with. she needs to get out of these clothes, the shivers have turned into full body shudders,despite the relative warmth of the bar. 

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@lyss1x1

there’s a large drunken smile on her lips as she watches emmet. she’s half sure he’s completely annoyed with her now--and she can’t blame him. it’s a horrible thing to do--to make someone so unwilling her unpaid therapist. but the bar is therapeutic for her, wether he likes it or not. “if i got all cayote ugly right now-- on this bar-- do you think it could stand my weight? because i’m really tempted. pour some sugar on me deserves the cayote ugly treatment.” she takes a sip of her fourth jack and coke before wiggling the glass in his face. “want a sip?” it’ll be closing time soon-- and she doesn’t want to go home. but she’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it. “are you allowed to drink on the job? i think it might do wonders for your general disposition. look into it.”

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@litscigarette​

married. it’s a strange thing for her to be married-- for her to give up all the doctorates she has to her name, for a new title. Give up her family for... a kingdom. Her royal highness. It tastes strange, and bitter on her tongue. She knows it’s for the greater good-- that there are wars that are prevented by her smiling and standing next to Rehan. But it didn’t make it easier-- constantly pretending-- constantly pretending to be impervious to the gossip. And he certainly doesn’t make it easier-- he gets underneath her skin-- and they fight more than they should. She retreats whenever they do-- finds herself fleeing to her lab, and tinkering until she calms down. This time he’d gone too far-- and maybe so had she--so she retreats to lick her wounds. It’s past midnight-- when she hears the door open and she spots his tall frame in the doorway watching her work on her latest experiment. She glances up with grease smudged cheeks and a furrowed brow-- “...you know sneaking up on me when i’m working on things that could potentially go boom is--- a choice. a bad one but still--” she carefully sets down the glowing blue orb in an ice bath-- and glances at him. there’s an apology on the tip of her tongue-- but she hesitates. “i’m sorry for missing dinner, i hope you extended my apologies-- just couldn’t play happy families tonight.”

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@risquc​

it was one date. a brilliant date. he was funny--and charming--and there was a hint of danger there that kept her coming back. but a hint of danger-- wasn’t something that scared kai. far from it. 

however-- now--stuck in some god awful basement-- bruised--and tortured for information she didn’t have on the mysterious andrei--she was beginning to regret the date. 

she’d been quietly filing away at her restraints-- biding her time-- and when one of her would be captors got too close she headbutted him. she knew she only really had seconds until his co conspirator came in-- so she’s quick. she steals the gun and fires without a thought-- and when the other kidnappers enter the room--she fires again. fires all of the rounds until she is covered in blood-- hers and theirs, and surrounded by dead bodies. she’s breathing hard-- her hands are shaking badly--she can’t quit catch her breath and her body hurts will the full weight of the 2 days? 2 weeks? she’d spent in here. She’s looking around when she hears another noise at the door and she spins around-- gun at the ready--terrified. 

it’s andrei’s blue eyes that meet her own and she bites back a sob. “...you know i’m not sure whether i should shoot you or not. the first time i  get kidnapped and it’s over a man-- not my research or my parents-- but--”  she manages a small smile, before letting the gun fall from her grasp. “...i’m definitely not going on a second date with you. i mean you’re a great kisser but-- this--” she is still shaking-- and she can feel her body’s desperation to give out. “ i expected a phone call you know? not to have to play call of duty in real time.”

[loveisliquor]

She hates blind dates-- they normally end with awkward promises to text that are never followed up on, sweaty palms and sweatier hand shakes. This blind date is different-- at first-- it almost feels like she’s being fed a yarn. He is funny in a way that catches her off guard and they don’t project ideals onto her. There is enough space here for her to give the middle finger to a cab that crosses them unfairly and for her to dare him into taking an extra shot everytime their waitress comes to check on them. 

All in all-- they’re blissfully tipsy, and when she reaches for his hand it’s with a confidence she rarely feels. She slides her fingers between his. There isn’t a drop of sweat-- just warmth. 

“So. What next...? To be honest i hadn’t expected to still be on this date but... you were  a surprise.” 

She gives him a bright smile. 

“And I don’t want to go home yet.”