send me flying babe,
wearing diamonds down
wearing diamonds down
She’s usually quite good at keeping her emotions in check, keeping it so that nobody could glean the thoughts that filter behind that bright mind of hers. But Flora’s admission and reasoning have a flicker of surprise crossing her face — because she’d suggested the city as opposed to the coast, because it’s what made sense to her. And if she’d known that Flora would be banned from it because of it, well, the golden Marin triplet isn’t that heartless. “Would’ve swayed mine.” She admits with a slight wrinkle of her nose, realizing it was her fault for it.
But Flora was the Queen of Torchline and had connections every which way, as far as Caly could tell. Surely she’d be okay, and likely would be, but the bar which was a place she frequented regularly would be unmanned, and from what the attuned knows about Torchline… that simply won’t do.
“Yeah. I feel it every time I’m here.” She murmurs, looking up and around the building, the bar, the memories and events that have long been etched into the very fabric of the Hanged Man. Her hand slides along the smooth surface of the bar as she takes it in, turning back toward Flora when she suggests that she and her siblings could take it.
A chime of a snicker leaves her, but she does consider it. “Do I have to share?” It’s a girlish whine, but one she clearly doesn’t have an issue with. “I think we could do ‘er proud.” Nova would have her own spin, and Vesper likely too. But for Caly? If she had something she could really sink her teeth into, it would remain the sun on Torchline’s salty sweet horizon. “Wanna teach me some of the popular cocktails?” See if she’s as good at making them as she thinks.
She’s got the mean bouncer part down. She can turn into a jaguar, after all.
But Flora was the Queen of Torchline and had connections every which way, as far as Caly could tell. Surely she’d be okay, and likely would be, but the bar which was a place she frequented regularly would be unmanned, and from what the attuned knows about Torchline… that simply won’t do.
“Yeah. I feel it every time I’m here.” She murmurs, looking up and around the building, the bar, the memories and events that have long been etched into the very fabric of the Hanged Man. Her hand slides along the smooth surface of the bar as she takes it in, turning back toward Flora when she suggests that she and her siblings could take it.
A chime of a snicker leaves her, but she does consider it. “Do I have to share?” It’s a girlish whine, but one she clearly doesn’t have an issue with. “I think we could do ‘er proud.” Nova would have her own spin, and Vesper likely too. But for Caly? If she had something she could really sink her teeth into, it would remain the sun on Torchline’s salty sweet horizon. “Wanna teach me some of the popular cocktails?” See if she’s as good at making them as she thinks.
She’s got the mean bouncer part down. She can turn into a jaguar, after all.
Calypso
kiss my neck and make me never doubt you now
