don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
Quite content that his hair’s a mess, Caly does feel the tension rise in her bones, her body shifting ever so slightly even before her mind has fully caught up. But Vesper’s caught wind of it, as he usually does, and before she has much of a chance to do anything, shadows wrap around her and pull her close, pinned between her brother’s magic and his arms.
It leaves her own curling into fists at her sides. “Frosty means cold, V.” She whines instead, and before he can catch wind of it in her gilded mental stream, the attuned is shifting from young woman to jaguar, large enough that his arms wouldn’t be able to pin her as well as he’d just done. Her pale fur with golden rosettes droop with water, and she noses her head into his chest to push him back with a gruff hrumph. I at least wanna be a sunburn. If she can’t be warm and refuses to be frosty, then maybe she could at least be hot.
It leaves her own curling into fists at her sides. “Frosty means cold, V.” She whines instead, and before he can catch wind of it in her gilded mental stream, the attuned is shifting from young woman to jaguar, large enough that his arms wouldn’t be able to pin her as well as he’d just done. Her pale fur with golden rosettes droop with water, and she noses her head into his chest to push him back with a gruff hrumph. I at least wanna be a sunburn. If she can’t be warm and refuses to be frosty, then maybe she could at least be hot.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
