Lately we've been covered by the past
An entire year since they’d touched down - since she’d felt the lingering warmth of the Longheat sun on her bare feet, since they’d arrived to carve out a portion of Torchline and Caido with their teeth. Needless to say, she’s quite pleased with the year they have, even with the golden glitter that dusts her cheeks and her attire — one that matches her sister in a more reserved chaos. It’s a pale golden pink, warm and glittery from the gold dusting that’s fallen everywhere and wouldn’t get out anytime soon, but boasts a sleeveless design. It hugs her curves in a mermaid fashion, with a few ruffles along her sides and under the skirt, matched with a glittery pair of heels.
“Well we can’t have that, huh?” She teases her sister, before striking the perfect pose for her sibling to adjust the golden cone in her hair - already left half down and half up to support the puff paint birthday hat while also letting her golden curls spill around her shoulders in shades of muted sunlight.
Her grin is vibrant as she aims it at Vesper and Nova, watching with amusement and adoration as her sister adjusts his hat, and knowing that of all things that her brother would pick to wear to designate himself as the birthday boy, the hat was not it.
Flashing a bright smile and a laugh to Vesper, she nods her head. “That’s how everyone’s gonna know it’s ours.” Her brows bounce playfully, nudging Vesper with her elbow before she’s leaning against the bar, stretched out back toward Nova with that same grin, a hand on the hat on her head to make sure it doesn’t fall off when she tacks on a “happy birthday!”
“Well we can’t have that, huh?” She teases her sister, before striking the perfect pose for her sibling to adjust the golden cone in her hair - already left half down and half up to support the puff paint birthday hat while also letting her golden curls spill around her shoulders in shades of muted sunlight.
Her grin is vibrant as she aims it at Vesper and Nova, watching with amusement and adoration as her sister adjusts his hat, and knowing that of all things that her brother would pick to wear to designate himself as the birthday boy, the hat was not it.
Flashing a bright smile and a laugh to Vesper, she nods her head. “That’s how everyone’s gonna know it’s ours.” Her brows bounce playfully, nudging Vesper with her elbow before she’s leaning against the bar, stretched out back toward Nova with that same grin, a hand on the hat on her head to make sure it doesn’t fall off when she tacks on a “happy birthday!”
Calypso
But don't you think that we are made to last
