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
Honestly, Caly can’t help but to agree - and if she’s being honest, that’s exactly the reason that she’d chosen to offer them both up for body shots. If she had to watch Vesper and Mateo have their go, Vesper had to see her take her own. All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it?
Instead, she drops Kaisel’s name and bolts ahead of them, hopping over fallen trees and ducking under branches and foliage, until she’s made it a clearing and letting her laughter trickle through the attuned bond like golden wind chimes to hear Nova’s complaints as she catches up to her. He’s cute. Dunno yet if I like, like him, but he’s fun, Nova. Fun in the way that she can push and prod him exactly how she wants him and reap the reward.
Swinging her pale fuzzy head away from her sister, she surveys the brief clearing they’ve crossed into. Nothin’ you’d like to hear about. She says with an air of playfulness that’s underlined with unless you want the dirty details.
But it has to wait, because as she scans the clearing, something feels off, and she notes the originally relatively harmless vines of the Oerwoud have changed. Shadowy tendrils in the discomforting, ominous ways and not the comforting shadow their brother offered, reaches out toward them, trying to wrap around Caly’s back leg. A roar erupts from her throat as she feels it near, swinging around and lashing out with a paw and sharp claws.
Instead, she drops Kaisel’s name and bolts ahead of them, hopping over fallen trees and ducking under branches and foliage, until she’s made it a clearing and letting her laughter trickle through the attuned bond like golden wind chimes to hear Nova’s complaints as she catches up to her. He’s cute. Dunno yet if I like, like him, but he’s fun, Nova. Fun in the way that she can push and prod him exactly how she wants him and reap the reward.
Swinging her pale fuzzy head away from her sister, she surveys the brief clearing they’ve crossed into. Nothin’ you’d like to hear about. She says with an air of playfulness that’s underlined with unless you want the dirty details.
But it has to wait, because as she scans the clearing, something feels off, and she notes the originally relatively harmless vines of the Oerwoud have changed. Shadowy tendrils in the discomforting, ominous ways and not the comforting shadow their brother offered, reaches out toward them, trying to wrap around Caly’s back leg. A roar erupts from her throat as she feels it near, swinging around and lashing out with a paw and sharp claws.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
