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
Disgusting purple goo oozes from the tendrils of the vines that they have managed to get off of the hybrid, and with it Caly’s anger grows more and more palpable through the Attuned bond. It’s fiery, it’s hot, it’s absolutely being pissed that something had gotten the drop on not just her, but Nova. The amount of concern she has for herself is minimal in comparison to whatever dared to attack her sister. And so she fights hard enough to get it to release her, that when she blinks next, Nova’s…
Well.
She’s different.
The vines slink back into the depths in search of prey that’s less sharp and willing to attack, and when Caly focuses next on her sister, rather than fur? She sees feathers. And a whole fuckin’ lot of them. Surprise cascades down the bond toward her sister, followed by a mental feline laugh, her whiskers twitching as she takes on as much of a grin as a jaguar can do. Gods, you are a bird! She chimes with another bubbly laugh. A real pretty one, Nova!
Well.
She’s different.
The vines slink back into the depths in search of prey that’s less sharp and willing to attack, and when Caly focuses next on her sister, rather than fur? She sees feathers. And a whole fuckin’ lot of them. Surprise cascades down the bond toward her sister, followed by a mental feline laugh, her whiskers twitching as she takes on as much of a grin as a jaguar can do. Gods, you are a bird! She chimes with another bubbly laugh. A real pretty one, Nova!
Calypso
your world's an ideal
