I wanna be touched, be loved
“’Course I’m not wrong.” She teases back affectionately to her shadowy sentinel of a brother. When he says it’s nicer than expected, Caly nods, her blonde hair bouncing around her face as her thoughts accompany his in agreement – warm content with how far away from danger it felt. Because it probably wasn’t that smart to wander around Stormbreak after Safrin’s warning. But they’re here, and they might as well take advantage of it before they leave, and with Vesper there, she was confident things would be okay.
Shedding the sheer golden shawl and folding it neatly to set it off to the side, she wades deeper until the water covers her shoulders and her mind sparks with a wash of golden comfort, watercolor in sunshine yellow that has a marring of dark blue uncertainty. “Yeah.” She confirms as she scoots back a little, as if forcing her brother to join her – but the mental threat is there regardless. If you don’t get in, I’m gonna splash you.
“I get mom doesn’t need to tell us about it, but.. it’s weird, right? He seems older ‘n us but just arrived? An’ he doesn’t talk. Just writes in the stars.” The whine is evident in her tone as she flops her head back slightly so that the water soaks into the ends of her blonde hair.
Shedding the sheer golden shawl and folding it neatly to set it off to the side, she wades deeper until the water covers her shoulders and her mind sparks with a wash of golden comfort, watercolor in sunshine yellow that has a marring of dark blue uncertainty. “Yeah.” She confirms as she scoots back a little, as if forcing her brother to join her – but the mental threat is there regardless. If you don’t get in, I’m gonna splash you.
“I get mom doesn’t need to tell us about it, but.. it’s weird, right? He seems older ‘n us but just arrived? An’ he doesn’t talk. Just writes in the stars.” The whine is evident in her tone as she flops her head back slightly so that the water soaks into the ends of her blonde hair.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
