I wanna be touched, be loved
Caly mirrors her sister’s movements, twisting the bracelet here and there to check it in the glint of the light to make sure it’s precisely as shiny and clean and harbors no further imperfections (not that she thinks there’s any at all even when it hadn’t been cleaned and fortified), and settles in to listen as she explains about Marcus’ magic. “Oh, huh.” She muses, brows pinching. She can’t imagine what it might be like to have someone soothe her emotions, the thought leaving her a little less than ideal like it feels like she wouldn’t be able to be completely in control.
And they both know she’s a bit of a control freak these days. “No way. That’s cool.” She laughs, because yeah, she can absolutely get behind the idea that those that have twins are automatically put on a better pedestal than the average person. And it keeps her warm and delighted as she scrubs away the rest of the polish on the bracelet and continues to scan it just to make sure it was perfect when her sister mentions checking out the ruins.
“You think we’ll find anything interestin’ there?” She asks, brows lifting as she shoots a conspirators smile at her sister.
And they both know she’s a bit of a control freak these days. “No way. That’s cool.” She laughs, because yeah, she can absolutely get behind the idea that those that have twins are automatically put on a better pedestal than the average person. And it keeps her warm and delighted as she scrubs away the rest of the polish on the bracelet and continues to scan it just to make sure it was perfect when her sister mentions checking out the ruins.
“You think we’ll find anything interestin’ there?” She asks, brows lifting as she shoots a conspirators smile at her sister.
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
