Lately we've been covered by the past
She knows that her siblings are listening, even with her back turned. It’s the way the gentle calm of anticipation creeps in, the way that it feels like eyes are on them even if she can’t catch a glimpse of them in the glittering light of the chandeliers. Her eyes are wholly focused on Kaisel and everything he says, as if trying to peel back the layers before he has a chance to speak.
In the end, she doesn’t say much. Not until he’s done explaining, but her brows rise during the explanation. The amber warmth of her eyes harden away into confusion, where she’s not letting on her surprise of the ordeal despite the fact that it’s very much bouncing around inside her without an outlet so far.
“Overreacted?” Comes the immediate hiss, the pause, the shake of her head that sends her curls bouncing around her shoulders. “This is Torchline, Kai. Nobody’s ever gonna play by whatever rules are or aren’t said. Least of all, fuckin Jack.”
Sucking in a breath to try and ground herself, because while she knew that he often tried to do what he thought was best, this was the stupidest fucking thing she’s heard of. And while she doesn’t have ties to Jack other than the occasional dip in and out of her life, she’d thought he’d know better than to go and pick a fight with a guy who’s reputation preceded her existence by decades.
But there’s something else that lingers, a fruit fly you can’t swat away no matter how much you try, and it’s with a flaring sensation of jealousy she bites down lest she let it slip enough for Kaisel to pick up on (knowing full well her brother would, though). “What friend?”
In the end, she doesn’t say much. Not until he’s done explaining, but her brows rise during the explanation. The amber warmth of her eyes harden away into confusion, where she’s not letting on her surprise of the ordeal despite the fact that it’s very much bouncing around inside her without an outlet so far.
“Overreacted?” Comes the immediate hiss, the pause, the shake of her head that sends her curls bouncing around her shoulders. “This is Torchline, Kai. Nobody’s ever gonna play by whatever rules are or aren’t said. Least of all, fuckin Jack.”
Sucking in a breath to try and ground herself, because while she knew that he often tried to do what he thought was best, this was the stupidest fucking thing she’s heard of. And while she doesn’t have ties to Jack other than the occasional dip in and out of her life, she’d thought he’d know better than to go and pick a fight with a guy who’s reputation preceded her existence by decades.
But there’s something else that lingers, a fruit fly you can’t swat away no matter how much you try, and it’s with a flaring sensation of jealousy she bites down lest she let it slip enough for Kaisel to pick up on (knowing full well her brother would, though). “What friend?”
Calypso
But don't you think that we are made to last
