enjoy the ride
He cuts to the chase and Caly’s fingertips tighten against her bicep, her jaw set as she offers a curt nod. She’d heard that he’d moved here. Secrets weren’t exactly a thing here in Torchline when people were and could be so intertwined. “Uh huh.” She murmurs, listening to the excuses for what they were – even though she was fairly confident it was better that he didn’t come around. And while she doesn’t know the intricacies of whether or not he and Flora are together (so far, at least), it had been enough to assume.
She doesn’t interject any further while he speaks, instead waiting for him to let the ball drop before she accurately lets her mask of indifference slip. She’s glad that he’s decided he can’t come by all the time like he’d initially planned – but when she hears him say officially that he’s started dating Flora, she can’t help the quirk of her lips that’s a mix between amusement because of fucking course he is and the snarl of you fucking lying piece of shit.
So she waits a few heartbeats of a second, letting her anger simmer into something even, letting her words punctuate rather than spew with all the chaotic energy of someone better suited to be Dygra than Safrin’s daughter. “You’re a fuckin’ hypocrite, y’know that?” She starts, the laugh leaving her cold and burning, the sun reflecting off snow to blind. “It’s real fuckin’ easy to do something for her when she asks but it’s too much if I ask the same thing.” Yeah, Kai, she remembers how you couldn’t decide. Funny how you can now, huh?
“Y’came off as bein’ such a nice guy and carin’ and puttin’ your friends first but you’re just a liar.” Her laugh is sharp, pointed, serrated like knives. “It’s only for her. Who cares who else gets hurt in the process, yeah? Doesn’t fuckin’ matter when y’just wanted the girl.” She rolls her eyes, silently wishing she were like her sister with magic at her fingertips.
Instead, all she can do is lean forward into his space across the bar, her hand snapping out to grab the collar of his violet sweater to at the very least keep him rooted. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Keep your fuckin’ "parting" gift an’ your lies and get the fuck out of my bar.” She releases him with a shove, turning to the bottle he’d gifted her only to grab it and launch it at him. Maybe he catches it, maybe he doesn’t.
“Have the life you deserve, Kaisel.” And I hope you fucking suffer for it.
She doesn’t interject any further while he speaks, instead waiting for him to let the ball drop before she accurately lets her mask of indifference slip. She’s glad that he’s decided he can’t come by all the time like he’d initially planned – but when she hears him say officially that he’s started dating Flora, she can’t help the quirk of her lips that’s a mix between amusement because of fucking course he is and the snarl of you fucking lying piece of shit.
So she waits a few heartbeats of a second, letting her anger simmer into something even, letting her words punctuate rather than spew with all the chaotic energy of someone better suited to be Dygra than Safrin’s daughter. “You’re a fuckin’ hypocrite, y’know that?” She starts, the laugh leaving her cold and burning, the sun reflecting off snow to blind. “It’s real fuckin’ easy to do something for her when she asks but it’s too much if I ask the same thing.” Yeah, Kai, she remembers how you couldn’t decide. Funny how you can now, huh?
“Y’came off as bein’ such a nice guy and carin’ and puttin’ your friends first but you’re just a liar.” Her laugh is sharp, pointed, serrated like knives. “It’s only for her. Who cares who else gets hurt in the process, yeah? Doesn’t fuckin’ matter when y’just wanted the girl.” She rolls her eyes, silently wishing she were like her sister with magic at her fingertips.
Instead, all she can do is lean forward into his space across the bar, her hand snapping out to grab the collar of his violet sweater to at the very least keep him rooted. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Keep your fuckin’ "parting" gift an’ your lies and get the fuck out of my bar.” She releases him with a shove, turning to the bottle he’d gifted her only to grab it and launch it at him. Maybe he catches it, maybe he doesn’t.
“Have the life you deserve, Kaisel.” And I hope you fucking suffer for it.
Calypso
