I wanna be touched, be loved
Her gaze meets his, all sunshine and warmth, scorching fire and too hot earth. It’s at odds with the cool collected hue of her brother’s, calculating, waiting, cold in a way that she’d never shied away from. There was a comfort in Vesper’s calm, shadowy exterior, and it’s on that air of a misty question that she finds herself floating closer to him to break the distance. So that her answer might be a golden sheen to burn away the questioning fog. “He seems fine around me.” She begins, shrugging her slender shoulder before she crosses her arms and really, truly thinks about their last encounter.
Aside from the ones Vesper had been present at, all she can think of is the day she got the dress - of how she’d vanished to try it on and when she’d come out all sunshine and brilliant, declaring she’d take the very one she’d tried, she’d been informed it was already paid for. “Think we inherited some’ve that, yeah?” She asks with a soft snort to the imagery his words created. “I mean.. Even though I’m warm… I’m not? Not really.” She’s the kind that’ll pretend to be warm, to sink in like sweet, sticky honey into each and every crevice, searching for some amount of information she might have a chance of using sometime.
She wasn’t warm because she genuinely wanted nice things for people. She was warm because it made her easier to swallow. It made it so she could get what she wanted unannounced.
But he continues, the answer being relatively what she thinks it was heading toward, and the satisfaction of knowing that he liked them more than he thought he would, curls around her like a warm fur coat - inviting and content, a rebounding effect to keep her buoyed on that high for at least the rest of this trip. “What’s there not to like?” She snickers back, splashing a wave toward her brother just to be haughty about it.
She nudges his foot back with a sharper edge to her smile, and were she a stronger attuned and had her partial shifting abilities, she might have flashed him a sunny smile purely made of teeth. Instead, she’ll let him imagining it as she snickers. “Course I will. ‘Sides, it ain’t like you won’t catch wind of it when I set my sights on someone.” She rolls her eyes like its obvious, reaching out to push him at his shoulder. “Gods, you might even know before I do!”
Aside from the ones Vesper had been present at, all she can think of is the day she got the dress - of how she’d vanished to try it on and when she’d come out all sunshine and brilliant, declaring she’d take the very one she’d tried, she’d been informed it was already paid for. “Think we inherited some’ve that, yeah?” She asks with a soft snort to the imagery his words created. “I mean.. Even though I’m warm… I’m not? Not really.” She’s the kind that’ll pretend to be warm, to sink in like sweet, sticky honey into each and every crevice, searching for some amount of information she might have a chance of using sometime.
She wasn’t warm because she genuinely wanted nice things for people. She was warm because it made her easier to swallow. It made it so she could get what she wanted unannounced.
But he continues, the answer being relatively what she thinks it was heading toward, and the satisfaction of knowing that he liked them more than he thought he would, curls around her like a warm fur coat - inviting and content, a rebounding effect to keep her buoyed on that high for at least the rest of this trip. “What’s there not to like?” She snickers back, splashing a wave toward her brother just to be haughty about it.
She nudges his foot back with a sharper edge to her smile, and were she a stronger attuned and had her partial shifting abilities, she might have flashed him a sunny smile purely made of teeth. Instead, she’ll let him imagining it as she snickers. “Course I will. ‘Sides, it ain’t like you won’t catch wind of it when I set my sights on someone.” She rolls her eyes like its obvious, reaching out to push him at his shoulder. “Gods, you might even know before I do!”
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
