I wanna be touched, be loved
Watching her sister create has always been something she’s taken an interest in. The way that she’s half certain her crafting is the only thing that keeps her attention span for longer than a few minutes. It’s not a slight or anything bad by any means, grateful for it in some aspects because it meant that she got to focus on things she’d likely otherwise miss if it weren’t for Nova pointing them out.
And just like that, it gets the best of her. “Which one’s Jeff’s favorite?” She asks before her sister’s hopping up to grab the glitter shine of a purse. Amber eyes widen in appreciation for it, leaning over the opening to see into it. She can’t see much, but it looks far deeper than it should be. “That’s so pretty.” She says as she waits for whatever it is her sister’s searching for in a bag that’s relatively tiny.
And before she knows it, the item is grabbed and emerges from the bag. It’s far larger than what should fit and her brows lift with it, but she’s captivated by the spear that Nova withdraws from it. “Gods, Nova. I love it.” She chimes, taking the spear and laughing a bright giggle as she feels the warmth of the metal from where her hand heats it up, turning it this way and that to see how light it is. It practically glows and she brightens immeasurably with it in her hand. “Thank you!” She chimes, ignoring if her sister’s back to trying to fix up their bracelets as she surges in for a warm hug.
And just like that, it gets the best of her. “Which one’s Jeff’s favorite?” She asks before her sister’s hopping up to grab the glitter shine of a purse. Amber eyes widen in appreciation for it, leaning over the opening to see into it. She can’t see much, but it looks far deeper than it should be. “That’s so pretty.” She says as she waits for whatever it is her sister’s searching for in a bag that’s relatively tiny.
And before she knows it, the item is grabbed and emerges from the bag. It’s far larger than what should fit and her brows lift with it, but she’s captivated by the spear that Nova withdraws from it. “Gods, Nova. I love it.” She chimes, taking the spear and laughing a bright giggle as she feels the warmth of the metal from where her hand heats it up, turning it this way and that to see how light it is. It practically glows and she brightens immeasurably with it in her hand. “Thank you!” She chimes, ignoring if her sister’s back to trying to fix up their bracelets as she surges in for a warm hug.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
