like nectarines

this is a private & selective indie roleplay blog for a canon divergent kalim al-asim from the mobile game twisted wonderland. low-activity. written by mick (they/them please !) & revamped 18 apr 2022.

@starswept​    /    kalim & piper!

“Does it have a name?”  She’s smiling, content in the warm night air, as she leans back on the flying carpet the two are currently sharing.  When they have bad dreams — either of them or, as tonight, both of them — a ride always helps.  The nerves from the nightmare are almost entirely gone now.  She presses close to her boyfriend’s side, a hand around his waist, gentle, just wanting to touch.  “Your carpet, I mean.”

          Kalim’s arm around Piper’s shoulders pulls her closer, welcoming her against him. It’s where he loves them to be, after all. He hums at the inquiry, head ducked a bit, always angled close like they’re sharing secrets from the night. 

          “Nope!” He replies with a fond sweep of his free hand across the patch of carpet below him. “It’s always been just ‘carpet.’ Right, buddy?” 

What an odd guy this Kaito is turning out to be ! But odd in the best kind of ways, in the very ways this school probably needed. His entrance has already shaken NRC up down to its foundation, and Kalim can't wait to see how else he's going to turn this school on its head.

Kalim laughs, amused at the idea of a magician that doesn't believe in magic. There's no way to fake the magic that thrives here or pretend it doesn't exist when it permeates all aspects of their society. It makes him wonder about the world Kaito claims to be from, how he knows that magic doesn't exist there yet somehow still uses it.

          It’s never been this hard to eat before. Kalim’s never liked eating alone, never had to, but never has he had to cook before either and he’s managed to do that. The meal before him isn’t as appetizing—a little burnt here, a little undercooked there—as Jamil’s in comparison. It takes away even more of Kalim’s will to eat. 

          His mother’s always stressed the importance of eating, how even if you’re down, a good meal can ease the body and mind, even if only a little. Amidst all the turmoil, he needs that ease, that momentary peace. So he reaches, akin to a child shakily reaching for a larger one for solace, and takes a kebab. He bites, and it eases. And it’s good. And it’s good. He’s good.

the compliment makes his brow furrow & his tail wag simultaneously. jack sure is a master of mixed messages it seems. ❛   yeah, i’ll be your partner.    ❜  surprisingly he gives in without much of a fuss despite knowing kalim will definitely be more likely to get lost than another classmate. imagine that.  ❛   we ‘sposed to hold hands so we don’t get lost or something?    ❜   he’s basing his experience what it was like in grade school & how he is going out with his younger siblings. 

          The sight of Jack’s tail wagging has become an endearing one. Kalim’s bright eyes light up with a signature fondness reserved for Jack alone, his gaze soft, touched with a feeling he hasn’t put a name to yet.

          “That would be the easiest way, I think.” Although with how Kalim’s eyes have a tendency to follow Jack no matter the distance, they probably wouldn’t lose each other that easily. His hand seeks out Jack’s, fingers sliding between his own with ease, as if they’d done this plenty of times. They hadn’t.

❛   they do mandatory field trip partners?   ❜  it sounds troublesome to him personally. but…it wouldn’t be awful if kalim was his partner. he’s not as bad as most of his other options.