I wanna be touched, be loved
He confirms, though Caly isn’t surprised. She’d known. She could see it written there before he’d even managed to twist his tongue in the motion of his agreement. But there’s a part of her that’s glad to hear it confirmed out in the open, like she wasn’t being overly worried when she already knew what to expect. So, instead, she reassures him, a mastered attempt at appearing as if she’d already grieved what there was to lose as she makes her statement.
Her amber gaze scans his face, taking in each pane that shifts with tension or the light of the clouds that seem to filter in and vanish in the time it takes for him to continue to speak. She can see the gears working in his head, the answer given, taken, and processed, all while she toys with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as if unable to help herself.
Feeling his fingertips tuck the stray strand of gold behind her ear, Caly flashes a brighter smile toward him to greet his half smile. “Weekly, huh?” She teases, brows bouncing as a chime of a laugh leaves her. “Well, what’s gonna happen if I don’t?” Her grin is the indicator despite her words that she isn’t taking it that seriously, that she could find it in her to let him treat her - she’s selfish like that - but for the fun of knowing what awaits on the other side, she needs to know what the punishment might be if she doesn’t.
Or maybe it’d be more fun to test it and find out what he had in store?
Her amber gaze scans his face, taking in each pane that shifts with tension or the light of the clouds that seem to filter in and vanish in the time it takes for him to continue to speak. She can see the gears working in his head, the answer given, taken, and processed, all while she toys with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as if unable to help herself.
Feeling his fingertips tuck the stray strand of gold behind her ear, Caly flashes a brighter smile toward him to greet his half smile. “Weekly, huh?” She teases, brows bouncing as a chime of a laugh leaves her. “Well, what’s gonna happen if I don’t?” Her grin is the indicator despite her words that she isn’t taking it that seriously, that she could find it in her to let him treat her - she’s selfish like that - but for the fun of knowing what awaits on the other side, she needs to know what the punishment might be if she doesn’t.
Or maybe it’d be more fun to test it and find out what he had in store?
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
