the sun inside of her rages like wildfire
and she is gold, gold, gold
and she is gold, gold, gold
Ice cream was always a win in her book. Even if she didn’t get the flavor that was her favorite, she was still a fan of plenty of various flavors - basic ones included, even if she was resigned to talk shit about how basic they were. It was a simple pleasure amongst a world that seemingly had everything against it at the moment - something she chooses not to think about much, given the ability to avoid it. She was safe, Torchline was protected against the void. And she’d promised her mother that she wouldn’t get involved if at all possible.
She hums a note of agreement to Kaisel at the mention of the sneeze thieves, snickering lightly as she also hears that he’d pick the same as her. Life with a bit of risk is what really god her blood pumping, even if she tended to be calm and poised. Caly was calculating, the way that’s unassuming to most. Without fully realizing that they’ve been studied. That’s how she preferred it.
Popping the chili dusted cherry into her mouth as she waits for his answer, it comes with speed, one that surprises her briefly, half tempted to ask him if he was even going to consider the alternative. But she doesn’t get a chance to, not as she’s tugged into him (gladly so), sent off balance enough to crash into his chest and into the thieving kiss. She concedes a portion of the cherry, swallowing the other bit stubbornly and amused as she surges back into the kiss, trying to prolong the shared taste of cherry in their mouths. Her arms slip up, wrapping around his neck to force them to stay together a bit longer, withdrawing with a playful nip of his lower lip and a wink from the eye with the star tattoo. “Aren’t you a menace?” She teases gently, amusement and happiness glittering in her gaze.
She hums a note of agreement to Kaisel at the mention of the sneeze thieves, snickering lightly as she also hears that he’d pick the same as her. Life with a bit of risk is what really god her blood pumping, even if she tended to be calm and poised. Caly was calculating, the way that’s unassuming to most. Without fully realizing that they’ve been studied. That’s how she preferred it.
Popping the chili dusted cherry into her mouth as she waits for his answer, it comes with speed, one that surprises her briefly, half tempted to ask him if he was even going to consider the alternative. But she doesn’t get a chance to, not as she’s tugged into him (gladly so), sent off balance enough to crash into his chest and into the thieving kiss. She concedes a portion of the cherry, swallowing the other bit stubbornly and amused as she surges back into the kiss, trying to prolong the shared taste of cherry in their mouths. Her arms slip up, wrapping around his neck to force them to stay together a bit longer, withdrawing with a playful nip of his lower lip and a wink from the eye with the star tattoo. “Aren’t you a menace?” She teases gently, amusement and happiness glittering in her gaze.
Calypso
and she is scorching the skin of my heart
