suddenly i'm spinning like a ceiling fan, around and 'round we go
Caly’s laughter is bright when Theea lists off the things that it took to be on Jack’s good side, and it has her flashing a brilliant smile over at the young woman with a nod. “Yeah. Yet somehow everyone seems to act like it’s the hardest thing to do in the world.” Which it wasn’t. Just don’t be stupid and he might not treat you nice but it was better than half of Torchline on the regular — in her experience at least.
Nodding to the offer of taking her out, Caly’s softness blooms a touch brighter for the younger Accepted, her laughter bubbling out of her as she nods. “Yeah, no, I get it. It’s not that it’s bad it’s just.. the vibes aren’t exactly there.” Her agreement comes in tenfold, because it was similar to how she felt when people reacted so obviously to her mother being Safrin, bewilderment and more interest in that than it was herself.
Maybe it wasn’t completely relatable, but Caly does her best to try and connect what little few dots she can.
So she peers into the coastline for the yellow house as she explains how she grew up, catching Theea’s gaze with a soft little laugh and a nod. It was pretty cool. But it meant that she also didn’t experience the full thing of her childhood. Like a scraped knee in her youth, something she’d had to experience as an adult, which had been a strange experience to say the least.
Pausing in her step when her friend does, she turns back toward her with her brows lifted, trailing after where she points to with a hum of oh!
Her steps pick up as she catches up to the dark haired woman, shaking her head and waving off her apology. “Oh you’re good. It never hurts to look and know for sure, y’know?” She hums softly, turning her amber gaze into trying to spot through the breaks in the trunks of the taller trees. “Yeah. It does. Harder to find, too, seems like.” Sighing lightly, she reaches up to tuck some wild blonde strands behind her ear. “I guess I’m lucky ‘cause I do get it with my siblings, y’know, but ya can’t help but to hold onto ‘em.” The people or the places that had meant so much once upon a time.
Nodding to the offer of taking her out, Caly’s softness blooms a touch brighter for the younger Accepted, her laughter bubbling out of her as she nods. “Yeah, no, I get it. It’s not that it’s bad it’s just.. the vibes aren’t exactly there.” Her agreement comes in tenfold, because it was similar to how she felt when people reacted so obviously to her mother being Safrin, bewilderment and more interest in that than it was herself.
Maybe it wasn’t completely relatable, but Caly does her best to try and connect what little few dots she can.
So she peers into the coastline for the yellow house as she explains how she grew up, catching Theea’s gaze with a soft little laugh and a nod. It was pretty cool. But it meant that she also didn’t experience the full thing of her childhood. Like a scraped knee in her youth, something she’d had to experience as an adult, which had been a strange experience to say the least.
Pausing in her step when her friend does, she turns back toward her with her brows lifted, trailing after where she points to with a hum of oh!
Her steps pick up as she catches up to the dark haired woman, shaking her head and waving off her apology. “Oh you’re good. It never hurts to look and know for sure, y’know?” She hums softly, turning her amber gaze into trying to spot through the breaks in the trunks of the taller trees. “Yeah. It does. Harder to find, too, seems like.” Sighing lightly, she reaches up to tuck some wild blonde strands behind her ear. “I guess I’m lucky ‘cause I do get it with my siblings, y’know, but ya can’t help but to hold onto ‘em.” The people or the places that had meant so much once upon a time.
Calypso
suddenly i will never be alone
