why icarus thought he'd find his place a little higher
He closes their gap and she practically preens under Quentin’s attention, brows lifting as she blinks up at him with a soft and innocent look, her smile warm and inviting as he murmurs her name low and slow and Caly laughs gently to hear the comment. “Oh? Out of all of ‘em?” She lifts her golden brow with the amused question.
But then, of course, she’s recognized who he was, and Caly leans a little closer almost like each breath might have them share the same heat between them in spite of the braziers doing their best to keep the Ark warm as a whole. “’Course I have a favorite.” She says like it shouldn’t be surprising – even if her answer might be.
So she looks up at him with a coy look, taking a slow sip from her drink and sweeping her tongue over her lips to snag the remnants. “Fourth Dick.” She proudly proclaims, beaming her smile up at him.
But then, of course, she’s recognized who he was, and Caly leans a little closer almost like each breath might have them share the same heat between them in spite of the braziers doing their best to keep the Ark warm as a whole. “’Course I have a favorite.” She says like it shouldn’t be surprising – even if her answer might be.
So she looks up at him with a coy look, taking a slow sip from her drink and sweeping her tongue over her lips to snag the remnants. “Fourth Dick.” She proudly proclaims, beaming her smile up at him.
Calypso
it's curious, the flame of the fire
