why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher
She doesn’t need to be a telepath to know that there’s drama afoot. Such that when her brother calls over Sohalia, there’s a glimpse from the younger attuned toward her, toward what kind of game her brother’s playing - before she’s focusing back on the gathered group. A sunshine smile is flashed to Theea as she hands her the Torchline Float, content to see how the young woman takes it, gasping along with the rest of them to hear that it was her first drink. “Well, y’found one helluva party to dive in!” She chimes to the young woman.
Her brother’s already well on the way to making the Marin Flight, to which the young attuned is infinitely pleased to see her recipes bloom into reality. But her view is suddenly interrupted by Mateo reaching forward to snag Kaisel by the chin, applying the lipstick in a better way than the smeared portion previously had allocated for. And when he angles his head down toward her with the question, Caly’s brows lift as she inspects the shade, made a touch more difficult with the way he’s chasing Rae’s Green Caido for the fucking straw in the glass.
“Think it should be a lil bit more red.” She says matter of factly, shifting her weight so that her hip bumps into Kaisel’s with a playful wink from her eye that has the star tattoo sat beneath it.
If Kaisel’s really paying attention, he’ll see that Caly’s lips are painted quite the deep, bloody red. If he’s unsure how to be so bold, she can certainly help prove the point that she isn’t against whatever blunder he’s worried he might make.
Oh, but then there’s body shots being talked about, her amber gaze warm as she glances back toward Theea with that same sunshine grin. “It’s def a thing!” She chimes to the Accepted with a snickering grin, her gaze sweeping to Mateo next. “I volunteer Mateo an’ I for bodies.” She boasts proudly, her amber gaze flicking to Vesper’s with a wicked gleam of amusement before landing on Mateo with all the playful challenge the tide jaguar attuned has.
Her brother’s already well on the way to making the Marin Flight, to which the young attuned is infinitely pleased to see her recipes bloom into reality. But her view is suddenly interrupted by Mateo reaching forward to snag Kaisel by the chin, applying the lipstick in a better way than the smeared portion previously had allocated for. And when he angles his head down toward her with the question, Caly’s brows lift as she inspects the shade, made a touch more difficult with the way he’s chasing Rae’s Green Caido for the fucking straw in the glass.
“Think it should be a lil bit more red.” She says matter of factly, shifting her weight so that her hip bumps into Kaisel’s with a playful wink from her eye that has the star tattoo sat beneath it.
If Kaisel’s really paying attention, he’ll see that Caly’s lips are painted quite the deep, bloody red. If he’s unsure how to be so bold, she can certainly help prove the point that she isn’t against whatever blunder he’s worried he might make.
Oh, but then there’s body shots being talked about, her amber gaze warm as she glances back toward Theea with that same sunshine grin. “It’s def a thing!” She chimes to the Accepted with a snickering grin, her gaze sweeping to Mateo next. “I volunteer Mateo an’ I for bodies.” She boasts proudly, her amber gaze flicking to Vesper’s with a wicked gleam of amusement before landing on Mateo with all the playful challenge the tide jaguar attuned has.
Calypso
it's curious, the flame of the fire
