the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
Flashing a sunshiny grin back toward Nova and Vesper as she dances in the barely there streak of sun, Calypso gladly endures the squeeze of her sister’s hands, though her amber honey gaze lifts to their brother, practically vibrating with the idea of venturing out into the city they’ve all learned so much about.
She wants to laugh and dance and live.
She also wants to stick her teeth into it.
“I know just the way,” she says brightly, leaving one hand in Nova’s as she loops the other through the arm Vesper has his hand tucked into his pocket, pressing comfortably against him as if him being there would keep her grounded. And likewise, her hand in her sisters would also keep her grounded, even as they start to walk toward Haulani. “I want to go shopping.” Eventually. She wants to get a variety of new clothes to adorn herself with. To tease and taunt and indulge with.
She wants to laugh and dance and live.
She also wants to stick her teeth into it.
“I know just the way,” she says brightly, leaving one hand in Nova’s as she loops the other through the arm Vesper has his hand tucked into his pocket, pressing comfortably against him as if him being there would keep her grounded. And likewise, her hand in her sisters would also keep her grounded, even as they start to walk toward Haulani. “I want to go shopping.” Eventually. She wants to get a variety of new clothes to adorn herself with. To tease and taunt and indulge with.
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
