The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working
At a quarter past three
At a quarter past three
Flora appears in a sudden shimmer of gold-kissed hair and tanned skin, drawing a smile from Callum as she links her arm companionably with his. There's something to be said for strolling the port with the queen on his arm, and that's besides the fact that he likes Flora. She's mischievous and fun in the way that Torchline's ruler should be, in Cal's opinion, and she's never made him feel like he's somehow lesser for just being a mercenary.
"Well, when you put it like that..." he says, rolling his eyes playfully. Then, in response to her query, he shrugs. "Just getting rid of some old clothes. Cleaning out the closet, ringing in the new year right, et cetera, et cetera. I usually sell what I can and donate the rest."
The gulls wheel overhead, and the peregrine falcon that lurks beneath Callum's skin itches to join them in the air. He ignores the sensation, focusing instead on the Doubletake. "Don't suppose there's any chance I can talk you out of dinner supplies and into dinner, hmm?" he asks, flashing a charming smile.
"Well, when you put it like that..." he says, rolling his eyes playfully. Then, in response to her query, he shrugs. "Just getting rid of some old clothes. Cleaning out the closet, ringing in the new year right, et cetera, et cetera. I usually sell what I can and donate the rest."
The gulls wheel overhead, and the peregrine falcon that lurks beneath Callum's skin itches to join them in the air. He ignores the sensation, focusing instead on the Doubletake. "Don't suppose there's any chance I can talk you out of dinner supplies and into dinner, hmm?" he asks, flashing a charming smile.
There's something dancing here in the shadows
And I wish it were us
And I wish it were us
Callum
