Callum
There's a hatchet got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
Whether or not Flora likes ‘Sunshine,’ she’s stuck with it now. She should really take it as a compliment; Callum only gives nicknames to those he likes, and he’s coming to realize that he likes Flora. She’s fierce, and fiery, and fun - all things that he values in his friends. ”Good,” he says easily, tossing a wink her way. ”It was meant as one.”
She launches into a thoughtful hum, and Cal follows along in her footsteps as she picks her way across crumbling stone. He raises a brow at the thought of a dead spider corpse, wondering if it was venomous and if that venom could be harvested for use or resale - there is, after all, quite the black market in Torchline - and then considers the possibility of a water monster. But at Flora’s question, he laughs. ”I don’t make excuses,” he assures her. ”You paid for my services, and you’ll get what you paid for. Water monsters and all.”
She launches into a thoughtful hum, and Cal follows along in her footsteps as she picks her way across crumbling stone. He raises a brow at the thought of a dead spider corpse, wondering if it was venomous and if that venom could be harvested for use or resale - there is, after all, quite the black market in Torchline - and then considers the possibility of a water monster. But at Flora’s question, he laughs. ”I don’t make excuses,” he assures her. ”You paid for my services, and you’ll get what you paid for. Water monsters and all.”
But dreams are so intoxicating
When you're doing this alone
When you're doing this alone
