know i'll stay beside that telephone line
“Nope.” The letter had sat there, heavy and an awful reminder that sparked a strange awkward burning in her gut like she didn’t have a right answer. A fleeting feeling that returns even speaking about it, though hearing Jack’s answer does soothe her some. They had redesigned it. And Flora had ensured when she handed it over that it was something Caly should handle and give life into because it had so much of it to give back.
And now she’s supposed to just give it all up?
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.” She takes the stairs as she nods, the spiral guiding them up toward the top with half burnt candles, melted wax surrounding the interior, a dark hazy sort of warmth that this high up during the humid months certainly seemed to hold onto in a chokehold. As the conversation shifts to Kaisel, there’s reservation there. A cold kind of sunlight sparkling her soul that doesn’t breathe warmth but instead seems questioning. As if she can’t tell if she wants to stifle him and make him choke or not.
His assessment of the letter is pretty much what she’d thought, too, and there’s a small bolster of pride in her gut that proves she’d been learning from him, like she’d wanted to since arriving. “Haven’t even really got that far, t’be honest.” She mutters with a hint of annoyance, the feline part of her soul overriding. “An’ even if I did, I’m not sure I’d trust the answers. I reckon he’s just tryin’ to say whatever I wanna hear.” Just to make things okay, which wasn’t at all what Caly wanted.
But as she approaches the shrine and sets the blooms down amongst the warm jasmine scented offerings left behind previous to them, she suddenly thinks that maybe a consolation prize for keeping the Hanged Man from Flora would be to give her Kaisel. And then she could be done with it all. “Thanks, Mom.” Caly murmurs softly, bowing her head before she stretches up to look toward the ceiling, as if she can see past them toward the stars long in the distance and past the warm afternoon that was still too illuminated to see them with the naked eye. “For lettin’ me shine and everythin’. I miss you.” It's a quiet, far more pure gratitude than she'd had for anything else leading up to this moment, and when she steps away with that sunny smile back on her face, she opens up the room for Jack's offerings.
And now she’s supposed to just give it all up?
“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.” She takes the stairs as she nods, the spiral guiding them up toward the top with half burnt candles, melted wax surrounding the interior, a dark hazy sort of warmth that this high up during the humid months certainly seemed to hold onto in a chokehold. As the conversation shifts to Kaisel, there’s reservation there. A cold kind of sunlight sparkling her soul that doesn’t breathe warmth but instead seems questioning. As if she can’t tell if she wants to stifle him and make him choke or not.
His assessment of the letter is pretty much what she’d thought, too, and there’s a small bolster of pride in her gut that proves she’d been learning from him, like she’d wanted to since arriving. “Haven’t even really got that far, t’be honest.” She mutters with a hint of annoyance, the feline part of her soul overriding. “An’ even if I did, I’m not sure I’d trust the answers. I reckon he’s just tryin’ to say whatever I wanna hear.” Just to make things okay, which wasn’t at all what Caly wanted.
But as she approaches the shrine and sets the blooms down amongst the warm jasmine scented offerings left behind previous to them, she suddenly thinks that maybe a consolation prize for keeping the Hanged Man from Flora would be to give her Kaisel. And then she could be done with it all. “Thanks, Mom.” Caly murmurs softly, bowing her head before she stretches up to look toward the ceiling, as if she can see past them toward the stars long in the distance and past the warm afternoon that was still too illuminated to see them with the naked eye. “For lettin’ me shine and everythin’. I miss you.” It's a quiet, far more pure gratitude than she'd had for anything else leading up to this moment, and when she steps away with that sunny smile back on her face, she opens up the room for Jack's offerings.
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
