enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
For all the internal questioning of whether or not Thalassa is recognizable, she perhaps underestimates that Calypso is extremely observant. And while her ship was similar enough to the many that drift through the port, she has seen the crew specifically around a certain one that she’s more than ready to agree to this deal. So it’s with a sunny curve of her lips that she inclines her head. “Deal.” She agrees.
Letting her take as long as she likes, sipping from her mojito, Caly watches with those sharp and calculating amber eyes, unsurprised when she picks just right. “Mhm. And you’re the Captain of The Marauder, right?” She tilts her head opposite her mojito, her amber gaze scanning her face for any sign that she might be correct in that endeavor, mirroring Thalassa's own with a quiet victory.
Letting her take as long as she likes, sipping from her mojito, Caly watches with those sharp and calculating amber eyes, unsurprised when she picks just right. “Mhm. And you’re the Captain of The Marauder, right?” She tilts her head opposite her mojito, her amber gaze scanning her face for any sign that she might be correct in that endeavor, mirroring Thalassa's own with a quiet victory.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
