I wanna be touched, be loved
Her answering chime of a laugh is one full of agreement. Because their sister was certainly all warmth and brilliance, prismatic and vibrant. And as she watches her brother mention that they’re frostier, she immediately gut reacts and splashes a bit more water over toward him to be called cold, even if it was an indirect compliment.
“Frosty?” She huffs, though the laughter still ripples through her, sending spirals from her body in the hot springs, like ridges in her own little record to be played where you could hear her laugh come back. “Alright, I’ve give ya that one.” She says with a slight sigh, though she’s eager to see just how hard the wave hits him, to see it splash across his chest and ruin is pretty curls.
The grin she shoots his way is equally vibrant as it is amused and she does shift to slip over to the edge of the rock at her brother’s side, back pressing against the smooth stone as her head tilts back against it, her golden hair fanning out around her shoulders. “Prolly. I reckon that Nova won’t give us much’ve a choice.” She hums, spreading her fingers out beneath the waves, longing for the day she gets strong enough to turn them into the claws of her jaguar shift. “So you better go too, yeah?” She clicks her tongue and angles her head toward him, a brow raised.
“Frosty?” She huffs, though the laughter still ripples through her, sending spirals from her body in the hot springs, like ridges in her own little record to be played where you could hear her laugh come back. “Alright, I’ve give ya that one.” She says with a slight sigh, though she’s eager to see just how hard the wave hits him, to see it splash across his chest and ruin is pretty curls.
The grin she shoots his way is equally vibrant as it is amused and she does shift to slip over to the edge of the rock at her brother’s side, back pressing against the smooth stone as her head tilts back against it, her golden hair fanning out around her shoulders. “Prolly. I reckon that Nova won’t give us much’ve a choice.” She hums, spreading her fingers out beneath the waves, longing for the day she gets strong enough to turn them into the claws of her jaguar shift. “So you better go too, yeah?” She clicks her tongue and angles her head toward him, a brow raised.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
