lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
Her eyes slip shut as they curl into their mother’s embrace, squeezing away what sorrow Caly can when she clings to their mother’s voice. “We will. Promise.” Comes the quiet vow, and maybe a small promise to herself to talk to her brother about learning a bit more about the sly work that Jack often partook in, if only to hone her very fresh skills.
That way she didn’t always have to feel like a newborn calf, on unsteady legs of trying to figure it out despite having the overwhelming confidence that she could that had carried her so far.
Releasing Safrin from the hug, she keeps her hand in their mother’s, catching Nova’s gaze with a small nod of agreement and lets the smile brighten on her face as she does the same – lifting her own arm with the golden bracelet still etched in dried blood – pulses of pride radiating from the center of her chest.
That way she didn’t always have to feel like a newborn calf, on unsteady legs of trying to figure it out despite having the overwhelming confidence that she could that had carried her so far.
Releasing Safrin from the hug, she keeps her hand in their mother’s, catching Nova’s gaze with a small nod of agreement and lets the smile brighten on her face as she does the same – lifting her own arm with the golden bracelet still etched in dried blood – pulses of pride radiating from the center of her chest.
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
