[ each and every single one of her experiences are entirely new and novel to callisto. not simply because he had never been to her world, settled on its numerous sights, or tasted the fulsome dishes she describes in such vivid detail— but, that no one had ever intimately shared their lives in this way with him before. just as he described, he had always felt like an outlier; someone who genuinely didn't belong in the world he hailed from, even when it seemed like the land itself was created to act as his personal hellscape. when he hears her speak so candidly, he almost feels like he's just as much a part of it just from the sheer idea that she speaks them into their mutual existence.
more than the touch of their hands, or the way their bodies move i unison to silent beat of the oculars and the occasional way in which he keeps count to their steps, he feels a certain intimacy just from hearing of her life. hence, he doesn't find it in him to interject outside of occasionally sharing his opinion. for once, he strays away from the darker considerations that he's so used to casting out.
if there was one exception to this rule, however, it seems to spark from her bringing up a few names he's already heard in passing. a ruler in which she considered wise, and a man who was the perfect epitome of a 10/10. he seems to bear that grudge and it shows even with the slight quirk of the brow. as if to shake her from the thoughts of this mystery man, he does dip her body, or quicken his pace.
will he actually address it, however? definitely not.
not because callisto was the type to ever hold back, but almost as if he didn't want to break the illusion of the moment. ]
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more than the touch of their hands, or the way their bodies move i unison to silent beat of the oculars and the occasional way in which he keeps count to their steps, he feels a certain intimacy just from hearing of her life. hence, he doesn't find it in him to interject outside of occasionally sharing his opinion. for once, he strays away from the darker considerations that he's so used to casting out.
if there was one exception to this rule, however, it seems to spark from her bringing up a few names he's already heard in passing. a ruler in which she considered wise, and a man who was the perfect epitome of a 10/10. he seems to bear that grudge and it shows even with the slight quirk of the brow. as if to shake her from the thoughts of this mystery man, he does dip her body, or quicken his pace.
will he actually address it, however? definitely not.
not because callisto was the type to ever hold back, but almost as if he didn't want to break the illusion of the moment. ]