the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
For all intents and purposes, Caly had made sure that the pieces of Flora that needed to remain in the Hanged Man did stay within the confines of the bar. But the rest? With them being the new proprietors of it, they had to make sure that it was different enough to prove it. Otherwise, she might get sick of hearing the well, I’ll wait ‘til Flora’s back, when they all knew damn well that the Hanged Man deserved to have it full as possible by any means. “Y’should. I’d love to show you.” She murmurs a touch softer, flashing him a grin before she’s answering his question.
“Strawberry? Never took you for bein’ basic.” She touts playfully, the tease a gentle one that rolls off her tongue. “If I had to choose, pistachio an’ salted caramel.” She finally answers, flashing him a wink as if to say that at least he could pick something to mix with the strawberry so it wasn’t so plain. Like a strawberry cheesecake, for example.
But as he answers her question, she takes another bite of the cherry, swallowing it down and dragging her tongue across her lips as she considers, snickering softly and squeezing his arm. “It’s like when someone tell’s ya bless you before it comes so you’re just stuck. Good choice.” She can get behind that one. Because at least it wouldn’t be all the time.
“Oh! Definitely the ten percent instant death.” Perhaps it goes to show how lucky she thinks she is, or maybe it’s a reflection of the danger that really gets her blood pumping. Or maybe it’s the fact that she thinks she might actually be at risk of killing someone if she had to live day after day with mild inconveniences. “Would y’rather get ONE song stuck in your head for the rest of your life – like, I’m talking forever - or yell every time y’talked?” Peering up at him with a light batting of her lashes, she leans into him as she takes another bite of the cherry kebab to chew on while she hears his answer.
“Strawberry? Never took you for bein’ basic.” She touts playfully, the tease a gentle one that rolls off her tongue. “If I had to choose, pistachio an’ salted caramel.” She finally answers, flashing him a wink as if to say that at least he could pick something to mix with the strawberry so it wasn’t so plain. Like a strawberry cheesecake, for example.
But as he answers her question, she takes another bite of the cherry, swallowing it down and dragging her tongue across her lips as she considers, snickering softly and squeezing his arm. “It’s like when someone tell’s ya bless you before it comes so you’re just stuck. Good choice.” She can get behind that one. Because at least it wouldn’t be all the time.
“Oh! Definitely the ten percent instant death.” Perhaps it goes to show how lucky she thinks she is, or maybe it’s a reflection of the danger that really gets her blood pumping. Or maybe it’s the fact that she thinks she might actually be at risk of killing someone if she had to live day after day with mild inconveniences. “Would y’rather get ONE song stuck in your head for the rest of your life – like, I’m talking forever - or yell every time y’talked?” Peering up at him with a light batting of her lashes, she leans into him as she takes another bite of the cherry kebab to chew on while she hears his answer.
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
