// i could get lost in pillowed dreams //
The rage is something that’s easier to handle – because it’s an emotion at least rather than the husk of what she has been. So she plays the devil in this situation, letting her get angry at her instead, unable to help the soft little laugh that leaves her in disbelief as her sister says all the things she’s supposed to be.
“Nova.” She says, stepping forward to try and clasp her sister’s arms to give her wrists a squeeze. “Nothin’s so black an’ white. Jus’ cause you didn’t get this thing done doesn’t make you a bad daughter. I mean, gods, if the world was black ‘n white, you’d have no place t’fit in.” Raising her golden brows at her sister, she tilts her head. “She still loves ya. She just wants you to do better. So learn from it, stop sulkin’, an’ go kick ass. That’s all she’s askin.” She releases her sister and straightens up, pinning her with a golden gaze that’s strong as much as it is edged softly trying to help.
“Nova.” She says, stepping forward to try and clasp her sister’s arms to give her wrists a squeeze. “Nothin’s so black an’ white. Jus’ cause you didn’t get this thing done doesn’t make you a bad daughter. I mean, gods, if the world was black ‘n white, you’d have no place t’fit in.” Raising her golden brows at her sister, she tilts her head. “She still loves ya. She just wants you to do better. So learn from it, stop sulkin’, an’ go kick ass. That’s all she’s askin.” She releases her sister and straightens up, pinning her with a golden gaze that’s strong as much as it is edged softly trying to help.
Calypso
// caught in a stitch of what could be //
