It's bean good

why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher

“Oh my gods?” Caly chimes as her sister lists out all kinds of perfect options, snickering as they finally find the building that could – hopefully – be the place they’d make into their own. Her sister seems to electrify with the thought of it as they approach, and Caly’s equally as fast as her sister over the muddy cobblestones to reach the front of the building, grinning as she takes it all in. “Could do both for this space?” She asks, head tilting slightly, imagining the window made up of multiple stained glass panels and inside against the dusty wall, a mural to signify the rest of the space.

Glancing around briefly to see if anyone was out they could ask about it, she finds that she’s coming up empty – so she unlinks her arm from her sister’s to reach for the door handle, pulling it open to find that it’s completely unlocked and absolutely for their view. Inside is just as empty as the rest of the building and as she spins around inside it, stepping past the little wet footprints that they’d let inside, she beams a smile to her sister that’s all bright and excitement. “I think it’ll be perfect? The counter can go here.” Gesturing to the side wall, the rest of the space could be perfect for a boutique floor and tables, imagining it as if it were already there.

Calypso

it's curious, the flame of the fire