Lately we've been covered by the past
Saw what? Like she’s still talking about her dad, of whom she’d been very specific in that yes he’s her dad and he’s there but he’s not like a dad, dad, and not talking about the fact that he decides to go and pick one of the biggest monsters of Torchline to start a fight with and complain that it wasn’t fair because of Flora.
He fills the space she leaves and she straightens up, blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders as she shakes her head, a huff of a laugh leaving her that’s a precursor to a storm as it wars within her. It flips something, even as Vesper adds his two cents, still stuck on Jack when Caly’s so far past whatever happened with the Captain that she nearly feels like she’s stuck in this game of 3D chess.
She lets him claim her hand, though, even if the smile that flashes across her face dazzles with the sharp set of a mask in place, steel, because for a moment she feels fragile and inferior and it’s a sensation she hasn’t had to deal with before and she loathes it. “I’m not talkin’ about Jack.” She pauses, steeling herself with a slow and deep breath, that saccharine smile twisting a touch too real before she continues. “I’m talkin’ about Flora.” Her amber gaze, still masked with that careful sharpness scans him for a few moments, seeping warmth from his hand before she pulls it away and takes another step back. “It’s not the first time y’picked her first.”
And gods, she gets it. But for the first time, it hurts something fierce amongst the cacophony of fire burning under her skin. So rather than prolong this in a public space where her brother and sister are there to judge, the attuned smooths out her dress and straightens up her posture, chin held high as she looks up at him. "Thanks for the cupcakes, Kai. But I think it's best if y'go. We can... Talk about it later, okay?"
He fills the space she leaves and she straightens up, blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders as she shakes her head, a huff of a laugh leaving her that’s a precursor to a storm as it wars within her. It flips something, even as Vesper adds his two cents, still stuck on Jack when Caly’s so far past whatever happened with the Captain that she nearly feels like she’s stuck in this game of 3D chess.
She lets him claim her hand, though, even if the smile that flashes across her face dazzles with the sharp set of a mask in place, steel, because for a moment she feels fragile and inferior and it’s a sensation she hasn’t had to deal with before and she loathes it. “I’m not talkin’ about Jack.” She pauses, steeling herself with a slow and deep breath, that saccharine smile twisting a touch too real before she continues. “I’m talkin’ about Flora.” Her amber gaze, still masked with that careful sharpness scans him for a few moments, seeping warmth from his hand before she pulls it away and takes another step back. “It’s not the first time y’picked her first.”
And gods, she gets it. But for the first time, it hurts something fierce amongst the cacophony of fire burning under her skin. So rather than prolong this in a public space where her brother and sister are there to judge, the attuned smooths out her dress and straightens up her posture, chin held high as she looks up at him. "Thanks for the cupcakes, Kai. But I think it's best if y'go. We can... Talk about it later, okay?"
Calypso
But don't you think that we are made to last
