lately i've been leaning on what she swears is a feeling
Trailing after the Queen again, Caly settles against the plush cushions, the scent of salt and floral notes lingering on them, brought out by the warmth of the sun that had cascaded over them not that long before. Sitting with one leg tucked up underneath her other, drink cradled in her hands, her amber attention flits to Flora with a nod and a slight wince. “Yeah. We weren’t gonna stick around for that. Mom told us to be careful.” Likely given what happened to Seren, and who was Calypso to question her mother? She’s content lingering on the outskirts rather than dive in, knowing full well she isn’t strong enough to try and take a stand.
But that’s why she admires Flora as she does – because she was beautiful, strong, smart, and powerful. Everything a girl could want to be. So the gratitude is easy to extend, no mask she typically hid behind. Just pure honesty, because gods knew she wasn’t going to fuckin do it.
She takes a sip from her drink as Flora rolls the name around, her lips quirking in a small smirk once she’s swallowed, spotting the flicker in the expression and the mischief that blooms and it has her immediately latching in, finding something else that she wants to stick her jaguar claws into. “We wanna join.” She says, mischief glinting in her own amber gaze, made honey gold in the light she leans into as a strip of golden sunlight casts across her face. “Us Marins are pretty good at findin’ stuff.” She raises a brow, focused wholly on what Flora might say in return.
But that’s why she admires Flora as she does – because she was beautiful, strong, smart, and powerful. Everything a girl could want to be. So the gratitude is easy to extend, no mask she typically hid behind. Just pure honesty, because gods knew she wasn’t going to fuckin do it.
She takes a sip from her drink as Flora rolls the name around, her lips quirking in a small smirk once she’s swallowed, spotting the flicker in the expression and the mischief that blooms and it has her immediately latching in, finding something else that she wants to stick her jaguar claws into. “We wanna join.” She says, mischief glinting in her own amber gaze, made honey gold in the light she leans into as a strip of golden sunlight casts across her face. “Us Marins are pretty good at findin’ stuff.” She raises a brow, focused wholly on what Flora might say in return.
Calypso
but she don't believe in mistakes
