\\ Be warned \\
She's not pouting, she's sitting in a seething pol of rage, wishing desperately that she could be shoving Kai's dick in the bottle rather than the cut up rags. It's not fair. She doesn't care about the bar - even with all the decorations and renovations, it never really felt like theirs - and Torchline is nice, but she's liked plenty of other places since they touched down from the stars. No, Nova isn't particularly attached to anything or anyone in the region, but she sure as hell hates the thought of being forced to leave because of the idiot who thought Flora was a better choice than her glowing, brilliant, perfect sister.
Nova makes her opinion very clear in the simmering of her magic that's already attempting to light the curtains on fire. But she won't steal this moment from Caly. Even without the army of muscle and illusion outside the door, Nova wouldn't let anyone ruin this. Caly deserves to burn as hot and bright as she wants, taking the world with her if she wants. It's why she doesn't argue, why she makes sure there's glitter in the molotovs she makes, why she nods at Vesper's words. Still, trouble ripples in her mind, a glimmer of something dangerous when she responds sweetly, "Always is a long time."
Once she's satisfied with the arsenal of arson, she hops from her place on the counter, the violent red of her dress shimmering like the fire she plans to stoke and feed. Flashing Caly a conspiratorial smile to strengthen her resolve, Nova clinks her shot glass against the others. "May their relationship meet a similar end." Throwing back the alcohol, she chases it with a lick of sugar and a wince, sticking her tongue out at the strong flavor.
Her eyes scan the bar top full of bottles, widening when she spots a familiar stumbling gait. "Jeff!" Nova scoops the wine spider from the wood, tucking him to her chest with a stubborn raise of her head. "C'mon, they don't deserve you either. You can come live with us in King's End."
Standing in firm solidarity with her siblings, she clutches the glass in her fingers like something she plans to stab between someone's ribs. She could easily light her own, but she lets Caly be the spark, soaking in all of her sister's rage as she shares in the flame she burns. Her smile is so bright and full of mischief it could cut glass, waiting eagerly for the moment she'll get to watch the bar fall into ash.
Nova makes her opinion very clear in the simmering of her magic that's already attempting to light the curtains on fire. But she won't steal this moment from Caly. Even without the army of muscle and illusion outside the door, Nova wouldn't let anyone ruin this. Caly deserves to burn as hot and bright as she wants, taking the world with her if she wants. It's why she doesn't argue, why she makes sure there's glitter in the molotovs she makes, why she nods at Vesper's words. Still, trouble ripples in her mind, a glimmer of something dangerous when she responds sweetly, "Always is a long time."
Once she's satisfied with the arsenal of arson, she hops from her place on the counter, the violent red of her dress shimmering like the fire she plans to stoke and feed. Flashing Caly a conspiratorial smile to strengthen her resolve, Nova clinks her shot glass against the others. "May their relationship meet a similar end." Throwing back the alcohol, she chases it with a lick of sugar and a wince, sticking her tongue out at the strong flavor.
Her eyes scan the bar top full of bottles, widening when she spots a familiar stumbling gait. "Jeff!" Nova scoops the wine spider from the wood, tucking him to her chest with a stubborn raise of her head. "C'mon, they don't deserve you either. You can come live with us in King's End."
Standing in firm solidarity with her siblings, she clutches the glass in her fingers like something she plans to stab between someone's ribs. She could easily light her own, but she lets Caly be the spark, soaking in all of her sister's rage as she shares in the flame she burns. Her smile is so bright and full of mischief it could cut glass, waiting eagerly for the moment she'll get to watch the bar fall into ash.
Nova
\\ I'm in a mood \\
