know i'll stay beside that telephone line
Caly nods as Flora explains, settling herself with a soft little inhale that’s an attempt to brace herself when her amber gaze flits back to Flora when she mentions Dahlia. “I’m sorry.” About the attack. As much as she feels tangled up inside about the entirety that is Flora x Kaisel in her mind, she doesn’t want Flora to suffer from Dahlia’s hands. And at least that won’t happen ever again.
But she continues, and the attuned remains leaning against the bar, letting a small smile tug on the corner of her lips to hear that he’d talked about her. As for the party, a soft laugh leaves her before she sighs and nods. “It was a pretty shitty time to find out, to be honest.” She says, not hiding her thoughts or feelings on the matter because what good would it do?
Nothing.
As for the glitter cannons, Caly snorts — because if anyone could weaponize glitter, it was her sister. But she’s more focused on the answer she receives about Haulani, going so far as to snag a condensing glass of water with a twist of lime, taking a slow sip of it when the real smile blooms her way. “It’s been good here. Feels alive, y’know?” The concern Flora had beforehand, when Caly had offered to take it over. The Hanged Man wasn’t suffering a slow death, it was thriving.
But… She can’t let it lie, either, and with a sigh as she sets the glass down, her amber gaze flits back to Flora with something hesitant in it. “What is between you an’ Kai? Friends with benefits or.. what?” Her tone is a touch deadpan, losing the luster of the gilded purred words that usually leave her for brisk and utter honesty.
But she continues, and the attuned remains leaning against the bar, letting a small smile tug on the corner of her lips to hear that he’d talked about her. As for the party, a soft laugh leaves her before she sighs and nods. “It was a pretty shitty time to find out, to be honest.” She says, not hiding her thoughts or feelings on the matter because what good would it do?
Nothing.
As for the glitter cannons, Caly snorts — because if anyone could weaponize glitter, it was her sister. But she’s more focused on the answer she receives about Haulani, going so far as to snag a condensing glass of water with a twist of lime, taking a slow sip of it when the real smile blooms her way. “It’s been good here. Feels alive, y’know?” The concern Flora had beforehand, when Caly had offered to take it over. The Hanged Man wasn’t suffering a slow death, it was thriving.
But… She can’t let it lie, either, and with a sigh as she sets the glass down, her amber gaze flits back to Flora with something hesitant in it. “What is between you an’ Kai? Friends with benefits or.. what?” Her tone is a touch deadpan, losing the luster of the gilded purred words that usually leave her for brisk and utter honesty.
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
