Lately we've been covered by the past
She can see it in his gaze, in his stance, the way he wants to so desperately make it right. But the flame has sparked beneath her skin and there’s very little he could do right this second that might let her cool off. So when he advances, Caly steps back again, just in time to hear her brother’s cold voice at her back, ever the protective blade of her own claws didn’t strike out enough. And Vesper’s close in his wording to the things she wants to say.
Ah, but it isn’t quite what she’s getting at, either, even with her thoughts spiraling from the vibrant gilded light that had been into the pale white of the heart of a fire, its edges dripping in orange, gold, and red when Jack slips by. She hears it, because of course she does, and it has her spine straightening out immediately.
Everything else feels numb and deaf, even the smile on her face feels pasted on and glued, because she hadn’t known that either. It’s on the heels of Nova’s call and the cool brief breeze that fills in the Hanged Man when Jack opens the door that Caly hopes her voice doesn’t shake as much as it feels like it should be. “Promise me we’ll talk later if y’leave right now. Otherwise, I’d reckon there won’t be much left of ya t’talk to, I’d bet.” It’s a threat that feels so brittle on her tongue when it should feel like all the parts that made her. Her shadow clad brother, her shithead, don’t make fussy father, her sister with all the rainbow glitter in the world to make a crime scene beautiful, and her mother likely watching from her silver lined queendom in the clouds.
She feels small. Like her words are just a repetition of Jack’s own but in a prettier font, only instead of lingering, the young attuned twists on her heels and it’s the quiet clicking sound of them as she turns away from Kaisel, not even sticking around him to listen for the promise to fall from his lips as she sinks behind her bar to snag one of the better items they keep hidden.
Ah, but it isn’t quite what she’s getting at, either, even with her thoughts spiraling from the vibrant gilded light that had been into the pale white of the heart of a fire, its edges dripping in orange, gold, and red when Jack slips by. She hears it, because of course she does, and it has her spine straightening out immediately.
Everything else feels numb and deaf, even the smile on her face feels pasted on and glued, because she hadn’t known that either. It’s on the heels of Nova’s call and the cool brief breeze that fills in the Hanged Man when Jack opens the door that Caly hopes her voice doesn’t shake as much as it feels like it should be. “Promise me we’ll talk later if y’leave right now. Otherwise, I’d reckon there won’t be much left of ya t’talk to, I’d bet.” It’s a threat that feels so brittle on her tongue when it should feel like all the parts that made her. Her shadow clad brother, her shithead, don’t make fussy father, her sister with all the rainbow glitter in the world to make a crime scene beautiful, and her mother likely watching from her silver lined queendom in the clouds.
She feels small. Like her words are just a repetition of Jack’s own but in a prettier font, only instead of lingering, the young attuned twists on her heels and it’s the quiet clicking sound of them as she turns away from Kaisel, not even sticking around him to listen for the promise to fall from his lips as she sinks behind her bar to snag one of the better items they keep hidden.
Calypso
But don't you think that we are made to last
