I wanna be touched, be loved
“Yeah, maybe.” Caly agrees - because she, too, has to only assume what love could do for a person. And all the little novels she’s squirreled away in her room certainly harbored a variety of questionable actions done in the sake of love. Ugh.
But to hear that he didn’t seem soft in the Fingers has her mulling over the idea - wondering if it were merely a Vesper thing that allowed him to be wholly himself. Maybe she’ll have to seek him out once she’s got her new routine down just to see what he’s like more in a one on one.
All those thoughts crash like a wave against a cliff when he speaks next and her float interrupts immediately as she twists to look at him, her golden hair akin to a spiky crown as her amber gaze focuses on his face. “S’good we’re on good terms then, yeah?” She wouldn’t put it past the Captain to utilize them more for his own wellbeing, but at the very least they were all decent toward one another. Respect given and gained at the end of the day.
When he asks about the dress, though, the attuned flips over into the water, rising from the springs to flash a sunshine grin that’s a little too toothy to be like a gentle ray of sunshine. More akin to the heavy, dry warmth. The kind that leaves sunburns. “Both, obviously. An' easy to clean when my claws get messy.” She touts proudly, before her laugh accompanies her pride.
But to hear that he didn’t seem soft in the Fingers has her mulling over the idea - wondering if it were merely a Vesper thing that allowed him to be wholly himself. Maybe she’ll have to seek him out once she’s got her new routine down just to see what he’s like more in a one on one.
All those thoughts crash like a wave against a cliff when he speaks next and her float interrupts immediately as she twists to look at him, her golden hair akin to a spiky crown as her amber gaze focuses on his face. “S’good we’re on good terms then, yeah?” She wouldn’t put it past the Captain to utilize them more for his own wellbeing, but at the very least they were all decent toward one another. Respect given and gained at the end of the day.
When he asks about the dress, though, the attuned flips over into the water, rising from the springs to flash a sunshine grin that’s a little too toothy to be like a gentle ray of sunshine. More akin to the heavy, dry warmth. The kind that leaves sunburns. “Both, obviously. An' easy to clean when my claws get messy.” She touts proudly, before her laugh accompanies her pride.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
