I wanna be touched, be loved
“Ooh, we love the occasional sea monster.” Caly trills from where she floats contently, a golden glimmering sunset eclipsing the water as she drifts casually. It’s still with that warm acceptance of Vesper’s confidence that Caly washes them both in while she asks about their dear old dad, feeling the brief little change of the ripples from her brother’s idle patterns in the surface.
Humming a soft note, she flips around again and peers at her brother to get the full idea of what he means – though her mind does flit over the idea of sharp knives and stealth, harsh deals. “Thinkin’ Flora made him soft?” She asks casually, raising her brow toward her brother pointedly before she adds on another little flare. “Dunno if I told ya but last season he bought me a dress.” She tosses out casually, adding the mental of his own volition. She hadn’t asked and certainly had the funds to cover it, but it had still been surprisingly nice.
Suspiciously nice, even.
Humming a soft note, she flips around again and peers at her brother to get the full idea of what he means – though her mind does flit over the idea of sharp knives and stealth, harsh deals. “Thinkin’ Flora made him soft?” She asks casually, raising her brow toward her brother pointedly before she adds on another little flare. “Dunno if I told ya but last season he bought me a dress.” She tosses out casually, adding the mental of his own volition. She hadn’t asked and certainly had the funds to cover it, but it had still been surprisingly nice.
Suspiciously nice, even.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
