I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair
wear daisies in my hair
Claiming her new favorite spot on the counter, Nova swings her legs and hums a cheery tune as she takes in the bar without the distraction of people and loud noise. It sems musty and outdated, but like Vespy says, it's theirs - which means all the responsibilities and opportunities fall to them (along with all the work. UGH.).
She's running a finger through the leftover glitter when the first suggestion is made. Nova doesn't immediately get the innuendo, but Caly's grin gives her a good idea and she nearly gags. Her nose wrinkles like she's just tasted a lemon, or, more accurately, thought of her brother having sex. Kicking her feet out, she shivers dramatically. "EW. Just don't let me see anything." Nova thinks she recalls a phrase about socks but would settle for a light or sign that screams 'WARNING. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.' Some sort of indicator that she might have to bleach her eyes after (or perhaps add some glitter to some unconventional places).
The locked room is more than enticing, but she's already tried getting in, and unless she knocks down the door (which she's considered), it doesn't seem likely to budge. Content to let Caly meet with the Queen to get them access (for now), Nova perks again at the talk of a stained glass window, her eyes shining as she thinks of how the light will filter in through the image. "Oooh! I love that!"
And just like that, the floodgates of her mind open, a thousand other colorful ideas racing past in a rainbow blur. Her arms gesture excitedly as she speaks, energy sparking to life around her. "I want to change the upholstery on the seats! They're so old, drab, and dingey. We need something bright and fun!" It'll probably be a few different prints and vibrant shades, all complimenting each other inexplicably like chaos and order. "Oh! And a pretty chandelier! Somethings sparkly! With stars!" Not quite a disco ball, but close enough to cast the room in subtle rainbows that draw the eyes.
Nova wants to change the cushions and add a chandelier!
She's running a finger through the leftover glitter when the first suggestion is made. Nova doesn't immediately get the innuendo, but Caly's grin gives her a good idea and she nearly gags. Her nose wrinkles like she's just tasted a lemon, or, more accurately, thought of her brother having sex. Kicking her feet out, she shivers dramatically. "EW. Just don't let me see anything." Nova thinks she recalls a phrase about socks but would settle for a light or sign that screams 'WARNING. ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.' Some sort of indicator that she might have to bleach her eyes after (or perhaps add some glitter to some unconventional places).
The locked room is more than enticing, but she's already tried getting in, and unless she knocks down the door (which she's considered), it doesn't seem likely to budge. Content to let Caly meet with the Queen to get them access (for now), Nova perks again at the talk of a stained glass window, her eyes shining as she thinks of how the light will filter in through the image. "Oooh! I love that!"
And just like that, the floodgates of her mind open, a thousand other colorful ideas racing past in a rainbow blur. Her arms gesture excitedly as she speaks, energy sparking to life around her. "I want to change the upholstery on the seats! They're so old, drab, and dingey. We need something bright and fun!" It'll probably be a few different prints and vibrant shades, all complimenting each other inexplicably like chaos and order. "Oh! And a pretty chandelier! Somethings sparkly! With stars!" Not quite a disco ball, but close enough to cast the room in subtle rainbows that draw the eyes.
Nova wants to change the cushions and add a chandelier!
Nova
but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere
and take you everywhere
