lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
Nova is, perhaps, Caly’s favorited story teller. And as Vesper settles in to listen, so does she – collecting the lavender duck with wide eyes and a bright gaze, ready and excited to hear about the game in question. Happiness radiates from her to see just how excited she was recollecting it, mentioning the colorful bonfire that she’d mentioned to her not too long after they’d landed on Torchline’s shores.
“That sounds so nice right now.” She murmurs despite the relatively tame breeze fluttering through. It was cold enough that delicious hot chocolate sits on her mind for a few moments longer (sorry V!) before the end of Nova’s tale and the shift from the bubbly happiness she has known her sister to be, to something else.
She doesn’t have to have the telepathic mind their brother has to know this sharp shift was solely due to something else – and the next vocalization, less bubbly, almost contemplative? It immediately has her setting the duck down to step toward her sister. “What?” She says in a hushed kind of surprised tone, bordering on the edge of a suddenly hot fiery rage she keeps toned down for the mere semblance of reaching for her sister’s hands. “Nova.. Who was it?” She asks in a quieter tone, determined, dark, as if the only running thought in her mind is who would dare?
“That sounds so nice right now.” She murmurs despite the relatively tame breeze fluttering through. It was cold enough that delicious hot chocolate sits on her mind for a few moments longer (sorry V!) before the end of Nova’s tale and the shift from the bubbly happiness she has known her sister to be, to something else.
She doesn’t have to have the telepathic mind their brother has to know this sharp shift was solely due to something else – and the next vocalization, less bubbly, almost contemplative? It immediately has her setting the duck down to step toward her sister. “What?” She says in a hushed kind of surprised tone, bordering on the edge of a suddenly hot fiery rage she keeps toned down for the mere semblance of reaching for her sister’s hands. “Nova.. Who was it?” She asks in a quieter tone, determined, dark, as if the only running thought in her mind is who would dare?
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
