know i'll stay beside that telephone line
The entrance of the lighthouse is quiet, but it sparks with a starry, serene kind of buzz that proves that the shrine above is worth everything holy to the young attuned. She steps in at first, listening to his voice and aptly taking each word as advice – because he did know Flora the best – and while she felt like it was genuine in the letter… She’d have a better idea of just how Flora felt about it if she heard it from her lips.
Caly wasn’t the type that could read written word well enough to tell the undertones, but she excelled at hearing what people both did and didn’t say when they spoke aloud to her. And perhaps that’s what made it that much more difficult. “Yeah, maybe.” She hums, starting to take the stairs when he asks what the letter said and her laugh is a gentle trickle of chimes, hollow at its root. “Oh, y’know. An apology for ruinin’ the party. How I deserve better ‘n how he misses me and wants t’make it up to me. Lots’ve flattery.” Which was charming, but she was smart enough to not go and meet him and let it right all the wrongs.
Instead, she’d let him stew on it. Chew on his thoughts until he couldn’t handle it enough to finally reach out to her, and then – only then – would she show up and make her decision. One that’s still unmade, standing on the precipice of a golden chasm, debating whether or not to walk alongside it or figure out how to climb in without getting hurt. “Said he’d answer anythin’ I wanna know.” She takes the moment to glance at her father sidelong.
Caly wasn’t the type that could read written word well enough to tell the undertones, but she excelled at hearing what people both did and didn’t say when they spoke aloud to her. And perhaps that’s what made it that much more difficult. “Yeah, maybe.” She hums, starting to take the stairs when he asks what the letter said and her laugh is a gentle trickle of chimes, hollow at its root. “Oh, y’know. An apology for ruinin’ the party. How I deserve better ‘n how he misses me and wants t’make it up to me. Lots’ve flattery.” Which was charming, but she was smart enough to not go and meet him and let it right all the wrongs.
Instead, she’d let him stew on it. Chew on his thoughts until he couldn’t handle it enough to finally reach out to her, and then – only then – would she show up and make her decision. One that’s still unmade, standing on the precipice of a golden chasm, debating whether or not to walk alongside it or figure out how to climb in without getting hurt. “Said he’d answer anythin’ I wanna know.” She takes the moment to glance at her father sidelong.
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
