suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
“See! Exactly.” She chimes with a laugh, jostled by his nudge to where her bracelets clink together, and the grin she shoots his way is positively feral and amused as she shrugs her slender shoulders, ever the image of innocence. “A couple’ve ‘em actually.” She touts proudly, before the golden splendor of her mind starts to reveal a variety of chins, wondering whether or not he’d get them off the bat or not.
The first, sharp and chiseled, one of the merchants here that had sold her quite a few glittering trinkets that she adored. One, slender and friendly, youthful and beautiful. And the last, the very notable dragoon that had ruined their birthday party.
Ah, but then she’s glancing at the ring he lifts toward her with the sarcasm. “Yeah, duh.” It’s her turn to nudge him with her elbow, just enough to jostle the way the light glints against the ring, even as she flashes her laughter and smiles toward him despite peering at the cloth.
“Obviously a golden spin. Mom would be pleased t’see the lil act of rebellion I think.”She snickers slightly, holding up a sheer and shimmering veil of gold that she winds around her head and neck to act like the shawl that makes up Ludo’s rags. “What’re we thinkin’? Too much?” She bounces her brows at him with another soft laugh.
The first, sharp and chiseled, one of the merchants here that had sold her quite a few glittering trinkets that she adored. One, slender and friendly, youthful and beautiful. And the last, the very notable dragoon that had ruined their birthday party.
Ah, but then she’s glancing at the ring he lifts toward her with the sarcasm. “Yeah, duh.” It’s her turn to nudge him with her elbow, just enough to jostle the way the light glints against the ring, even as she flashes her laughter and smiles toward him despite peering at the cloth.
“Obviously a golden spin. Mom would be pleased t’see the lil act of rebellion I think.”She snickers slightly, holding up a sheer and shimmering veil of gold that she winds around her head and neck to act like the shawl that makes up Ludo’s rags. “What’re we thinkin’? Too much?” She bounces her brows at him with another soft laugh.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
