suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
“Oooh, my fave kind of brooding.” She chirps, flashing that equally sunny and gilded smile. Even if Theea thinks that the joke falls flat, Caly can appreciate it all the same as she brushes off some sands till clinging to the teal shell, straightening up to listen as the young woman continues. It’s a perfect distraction — action for the attuned to latch onto that allows her to not have to continue poking and prodding at the rawness she feels inside.
As for herself, she offers a little laugh as she glances back toward the waves. “I wish. Nah, just.. I guess my own kinda brooding but with an artistic flair.” She teases, lifting the shell for Theea to see, the abalone glittering in its teal, black, and dark blue hues. “You want some help lookin’ for the house? I’m good at findin’ shit.” Waggling the shell, Calypso bounces her brows playfully.
As for herself, she offers a little laugh as she glances back toward the waves. “I wish. Nah, just.. I guess my own kinda brooding but with an artistic flair.” She teases, lifting the shell for Theea to see, the abalone glittering in its teal, black, and dark blue hues. “You want some help lookin’ for the house? I’m good at findin’ shit.” Waggling the shell, Calypso bounces her brows playfully.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
