there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
It’s only by her sheer force of will that prevents her from shifting her sunkissed human flesh for the fur of her tide jaguar. So she chooses an outlet in other ways – the crystal glass that sails through the air with a whisper of sound before it crashes into the stained glass. And she watches it go, glares at the faint call of the hel that she’s interrupted as if to say good. Like she might be able to pretend the poor avian is Kaisel and she could rip him apart with her teeth.
Her breaths feel too heavy, even with the calm of which Vesper speaks – though she knows she’s startled him. She’d seen the flinch even in her haze of anger and she hates that she of all people can rattle him, even however minimal it had been. So she takes that moment to breathe, to hear his answer, to stare around at the bar she’d tried so careful to keep pieces of Flora within that it burns her with just as much distaste and anger as she imagines Jack finds the reminders.
“Are we stayin’?” She asks, though she can’t help the snap in her voice. Her amber gaze blazes with her anger as she focuses between Nova and Vesper, as if to say yeah I can kind of fuckin’ relate to that. She doesn’t know if she can handle it. To see Flora and Kaisel out and about, happy, in love?
It takes everything in her to keep the snarl from escaping her, from snagging another crystal glass to throw against the wall and shatter if only so it might feel as sharp as she suddenly feels inside.
Her breaths feel too heavy, even with the calm of which Vesper speaks – though she knows she’s startled him. She’d seen the flinch even in her haze of anger and she hates that she of all people can rattle him, even however minimal it had been. So she takes that moment to breathe, to hear his answer, to stare around at the bar she’d tried so careful to keep pieces of Flora within that it burns her with just as much distaste and anger as she imagines Jack finds the reminders.
“Are we stayin’?” She asks, though she can’t help the snap in her voice. Her amber gaze blazes with her anger as she focuses between Nova and Vesper, as if to say yeah I can kind of fuckin’ relate to that. She doesn’t know if she can handle it. To see Flora and Kaisel out and about, happy, in love?
It takes everything in her to keep the snarl from escaping her, from snagging another crystal glass to throw against the wall and shatter if only so it might feel as sharp as she suddenly feels inside.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
