there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
Caly isn’t far — having had to run an errand for the Hanged Man when they opened later, such that when she returns she’s got her arms laden with a few fancier bottles of liquor that she shoulders into the Hanged Man and gets to work putting them in their rightful places — the space the become the main focus, the center point, the way to say yeah, we’ve got that. ‘Course we do, in as bougie of a way as possible.
But all those plans melt away with the look and way Vesper is holding himself, so she doesn’t get further than setting the bottles down, nudging her brother with her elbow and a raised brow. “What happened?” She asks instead of her normal barbs of who pissed in your cereal or why’re you so sour right now, because something about this particular interaction feels far more serious than it ought to be.
Which, unfortunately for Vesper, puts her on edge. Her mind a rippling golden field of wheat fluttering in varying ways of the wind currents, unsure which thought should be the flame that catches the whole thing on fire - but waiting in the middle for it to start, regardless.
But all those plans melt away with the look and way Vesper is holding himself, so she doesn’t get further than setting the bottles down, nudging her brother with her elbow and a raised brow. “What happened?” She asks instead of her normal barbs of who pissed in your cereal or why’re you so sour right now, because something about this particular interaction feels far more serious than it ought to be.
Which, unfortunately for Vesper, puts her on edge. Her mind a rippling golden field of wheat fluttering in varying ways of the wind currents, unsure which thought should be the flame that catches the whole thing on fire - but waiting in the middle for it to start, regardless.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
