﹙ this behaviour is unlikely for kaiser; and ness feels as if there might be no going back from this one. it's too much to handle. his fingers wrap even tighter around the fabric of kaiser's shirt. he's not letting go. ﹚
﹙ ness, ever so patient ── knowing that right about now, kaiser would have that vein popping from his forehead, maw readying itself to spew words laced with venom, digits lifting to strike ── ﹚
⠀ ⠀ ( silence remained; as his response, kaiser didn’t disrupt the flow of tension, letting it oscillate, shape itself as it saw fit. whether that be a noose around alexis’ neck, or peace embodied within a gentle wisp of air. )
﹙ panic and desperation wholly overtake ness; purple hues showcasing such and more ── tears outlining his eyelids. isn't this the second time he's teared up today .ᐣ he looks and sounds pathetic. ﹚