The moon she is lurking, the clock it stopped working
At a quarter past three
At a quarter past three
Flora is all bright lights and playfulness - every bit of her embodying the sunshine moniker she's earned from Callum. He grins at her, caught up in her glow, until she softens around her boyfriend's name. This, at least, Callum can understand; while he doesn't have anyone special in his life right now, that doesn't mean he's always been a lonely mercenary, and his grin morphs into something understanding as Flora's tone gentles into something almost vulnerable.
"A season?" he muses aloud, ignoring a vendor who goes so far as to come out from behind his stall to attempt to lure them in. "That's a big milestone. He's a lucky man, I'll say that for him." There's no malice or disappointment in his tone, just a quiet acceptance, perhaps even a touch of encouragement. He knows what it's like to have something like that to celebrate.
As for himself, Callum smiles crookedly. "Can't say there is," he admits. They near the donation point, and he deposits his bag into the chute. "But I stay busy enough with my work, so it's probably for the best."
"A season?" he muses aloud, ignoring a vendor who goes so far as to come out from behind his stall to attempt to lure them in. "That's a big milestone. He's a lucky man, I'll say that for him." There's no malice or disappointment in his tone, just a quiet acceptance, perhaps even a touch of encouragement. He knows what it's like to have something like that to celebrate.
As for himself, Callum smiles crookedly. "Can't say there is," he admits. They near the donation point, and he deposits his bag into the chute. "But I stay busy enough with my work, so it's probably for the best."
There's something dancing here in the shadows
And I wish it were us
And I wish it were us
Callum
