Lately we've been covered by the past
She’s certain it won’t get dangerous, if only because it’s her birthday and she’s confident that nobody would stride in here with less than perfect intentions. But those thoughts settle in her stomach as she feels the way he’s still so tense, so off, that even the kiss to the top of her head that’s meant to be reassuring feels more like a placating gesture.
But she thanks Theea and listens at the mutter that leaves Kaisel, easily roped into drifting further away from the festivities so that they can talk more privately. Her focus is wholly on him and the smile he can’t quite aim her way, drawing her brows together and an almost hazardous glint to her amber gaze.
And when he starts with the mention of it being the attire, well, she’s already got the words loaded on her tongue to tell him how handsome he looked, how it never really mattered to her what he wore because she only found she cared about what was underneath, when it dies on her tongue.
“What?” Leaves her first, a breathy question that at least bypasses some time for her mind to wrap around it. “What do you mean?” She isn’t going to let it lie, not when she’s been so unaware and wrapped up in the Hanged Man to really know what went on outside of it. Jack not telling her didn’t surprise her, because he wasn’t that hands on when it came to her life and interactions and relationships.
And she couldn’t really blame Kaisel, either, with the fact that he’d just lost his home, so obviously he didn’t want to linger on the other bad parts that happened. So rather than chew him out over it or Jack, Calypso instead nibbles on the inside of her cheek, situating herself directly in front of the dragoon, waiting for the explanation of just how the fuck that happened.
But she thanks Theea and listens at the mutter that leaves Kaisel, easily roped into drifting further away from the festivities so that they can talk more privately. Her focus is wholly on him and the smile he can’t quite aim her way, drawing her brows together and an almost hazardous glint to her amber gaze.
And when he starts with the mention of it being the attire, well, she’s already got the words loaded on her tongue to tell him how handsome he looked, how it never really mattered to her what he wore because she only found she cared about what was underneath, when it dies on her tongue.
“What?” Leaves her first, a breathy question that at least bypasses some time for her mind to wrap around it. “What do you mean?” She isn’t going to let it lie, not when she’s been so unaware and wrapped up in the Hanged Man to really know what went on outside of it. Jack not telling her didn’t surprise her, because he wasn’t that hands on when it came to her life and interactions and relationships.
And she couldn’t really blame Kaisel, either, with the fact that he’d just lost his home, so obviously he didn’t want to linger on the other bad parts that happened. So rather than chew him out over it or Jack, Calypso instead nibbles on the inside of her cheek, situating herself directly in front of the dragoon, waiting for the explanation of just how the fuck that happened.
Calypso
But don't you think that we are made to last
