send me flying babe,
wearing diamonds down
wearing diamonds down
It was brilliantly respective of their personalities, too, where Nova harbored much of the beautiful, vibrant chaos of clashing and beautiful colors. Caly’s, herself, was more so the calm cool gradient of warmth, enough to be patient and careful, meticulous when necessary, willing to wait and hold out for the long game. As such, they clean up the symbol and move on and the young attuned clasps her hands behind her, nearly bouncing on her heels as she quite readily commits every symbol so far to memory.
She listens as her brother brings up a good point, though, and she glances between him and their father as he provides his answer. They pause by a faded mark near their feet, her gaze flitting down and completely avoiding Nova’s smiley face in the ceiling, though that’s possibly for the best. Invested in the symbols she can see, she drifts toward it to begin cleaning it up, listening to her sister’s question before she tacks on her own. “Or do they have to go through you first?”
She listens as her brother brings up a good point, though, and she glances between him and their father as he provides his answer. They pause by a faded mark near their feet, her gaze flitting down and completely avoiding Nova’s smiley face in the ceiling, though that’s possibly for the best. Invested in the symbols she can see, she drifts toward it to begin cleaning it up, listening to her sister’s question before she tacks on her own. “Or do they have to go through you first?”
Calypso
kiss my neck and make me never doubt you now
