The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working
At a quarter past three
At a quarter past three
Callum wanders further along the port, making his way down a boardwalk lined with vendors. The sounds of gulls overhead melds with the shouts of merchants hawking their wares, and the mercenary prowls through it all, at ease even as he keeps an eye out for the kind of trickery that he knows runs rampant in this part of town.
A sudden voice purrs a hello from over his shoulder, and he starts to turn to look until a brush of invisible fingers ghost down his arm. The laughter that follows has him grinning, eyes flicking around as though he can find her if he simply searches hard enough. Unsurprisingly, this attempt fails spectacularly. "Hey, Sunshine," he teases, eyes dancing with mirth. "I'm starting to think this is a kink of yours, making poor mercenaries look like crazy people talking to themselves." Hefting his bag over his shoulder, he considers a nearby vendor's wares, then moves on. "What's it going to be this time, huh?" he adds. "Something better than delving into Starfall, I hope?"
A sudden voice purrs a hello from over his shoulder, and he starts to turn to look until a brush of invisible fingers ghost down his arm. The laughter that follows has him grinning, eyes flicking around as though he can find her if he simply searches hard enough. Unsurprisingly, this attempt fails spectacularly. "Hey, Sunshine," he teases, eyes dancing with mirth. "I'm starting to think this is a kink of yours, making poor mercenaries look like crazy people talking to themselves." Hefting his bag over his shoulder, he considers a nearby vendor's wares, then moves on. "What's it going to be this time, huh?" he adds. "Something better than delving into Starfall, I hope?"
There's something dancing here in the shadows
And I wish it were us
And I wish it were us
Callum
