there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
As always, three parts of similar mind, that the question that Caly asks is easily completed by her sister’s question – getting the why and the where out of the way quickly. Such that she stills as Vesper’s shields aren’t worn, as his low and flat voice betrays everything that tells Caly most of what she needs to know.
Flora.
The winds whip in her mind in sharp jagged pulls like a tornado touching down, catching fire from sun dried grass that the lightning strike of her name causes. And it doesn’t end there – not with the follow up of Kaisel. “WHAT?!” She’s glad she isn’t holding the expensive bottle of liquor when it hits her, the realization. The fact that he’s here. Permanently. And if Jack had left because of Flora, then did that mean…?
“That mother fucker.” She growls out, uncharacteristic for how her mask falls – only in the face of her family, those that wouldn’t judge her. Her rage tears at her, tightens her jaw, heat flaring her face in red embarrassment and anger. A snarl more feline than girl leaves her and with the brush of impulsivity, snags an empty crystal glass and throws it with all her strength through the stained glass window they’d put in when they’d taken ownership, uncaring whether or not it hits some poor bystander on the other side.
Flora.
The winds whip in her mind in sharp jagged pulls like a tornado touching down, catching fire from sun dried grass that the lightning strike of her name causes. And it doesn’t end there – not with the follow up of Kaisel. “WHAT?!” She’s glad she isn’t holding the expensive bottle of liquor when it hits her, the realization. The fact that he’s here. Permanently. And if Jack had left because of Flora, then did that mean…?
“That mother fucker.” She growls out, uncharacteristic for how her mask falls – only in the face of her family, those that wouldn’t judge her. Her rage tears at her, tightens her jaw, heat flaring her face in red embarrassment and anger. A snarl more feline than girl leaves her and with the brush of impulsivity, snags an empty crystal glass and throws it with all her strength through the stained glass window they’d put in when they’d taken ownership, uncaring whether or not it hits some poor bystander on the other side.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
