there's so much time for me to speak up, but i keep quiet
The first thought as to why they’d leave is because Flora rules the region. The second one is that without Jack around, there’s no fallback. And while she oculd go and run to their mother about it, she’d like to be able to handle something like this on her own. And right now it suddenly feels impossible. She deflates a touch when the shot is slid her way, with her sister’s declaration of war. And for it, Caly appreciates the sentiment as much as she does the hurt that’s found itself burrowing in her chest.
“Thanks.” She murmurs to her brother, taking the shot and downing it without even an ounce of a wince from the burn. Her amber gaze, still aflame, focuses on him as he explains what Jack’s parting gift had been and she nods slowly, mulling it over. “It’d be different if she was just some other girl out an’ about and easy to ignore.” She starts off slowly, flicking her gaze to the stone of her sister’s own. “But she runs it. Everythin’ is gonna have her hand in it. Meetings, choices, maybe even the occasional times she’d come here.” Which is probably far less than what Jack at left for, but she reaches for a bottle of something green and stronger that she pours into her shot glass. “I just don’t wanna see ‘em together.” Her problem isn’t really with Flora – not the whole of it, at least. It's the combination. That wherever she was, Kaisel might lurk. And where Kaisel might be, Flora might be near.
So, she downs the shot of absinthe with a small wince, exhaling a hot sigh. “I’m gonna fuckin' lose my shit on him is what I’m gonna do.” She frowns, her mind too full of all the possible ideas between yelling, clawing, attempted murder, pulling the guilt trip of crying, to even pick one until she’s had time to think about it.
“Thanks.” She murmurs to her brother, taking the shot and downing it without even an ounce of a wince from the burn. Her amber gaze, still aflame, focuses on him as he explains what Jack’s parting gift had been and she nods slowly, mulling it over. “It’d be different if she was just some other girl out an’ about and easy to ignore.” She starts off slowly, flicking her gaze to the stone of her sister’s own. “But she runs it. Everythin’ is gonna have her hand in it. Meetings, choices, maybe even the occasional times she’d come here.” Which is probably far less than what Jack at left for, but she reaches for a bottle of something green and stronger that she pours into her shot glass. “I just don’t wanna see ‘em together.” Her problem isn’t really with Flora – not the whole of it, at least. It's the combination. That wherever she was, Kaisel might lurk. And where Kaisel might be, Flora might be near.
So, she downs the shot of absinthe with a small wince, exhaling a hot sigh. “I’m gonna fuckin' lose my shit on him is what I’m gonna do.” She frowns, her mind too full of all the possible ideas between yelling, clawing, attempted murder, pulling the guilt trip of crying, to even pick one until she’s had time to think about it.
Calypso
i'll complicate the mantra
