Following Curiosity
12-05-2013, 02:10 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Even from the corner of her eye she could tell that she had irked the male by boldly choosing to ignore him altogether. Though she did not show it, she took great satisfaction from the fact, sure now that he would be able to tell without a hint of doubt that her interests did not lie in the least with him. Hell, if she had had it her way, she would have disappeared entirely at the first sign of company, melding into the shadows and disappearing among them. It was only Circe that had stopped her from doing just that, though by the look that settled upon her sibling's face she could see the reception she had given had been less than ideal. Only slightly did Callisto feel a small prickle of guilt, though nothing great enough to act on.
With the male frowning and glowering in a spoiled pout, Callisto continued to hold her attention upon her sibling and listen as the brown colored girl supplied her answer, to which the black and grey girl released a sudden breath that was nearly a snort. Her and Severus? Play? Is that what she calls it? It had always seemed more like bouts of torment from her brother, teasing and nitpicking and making such a bother of himself that Callisto was sure if he kept it up she would eventually go mad and snap on him entirely. He certainly knew how to push her buttons, whether because of their relation or irritatingly good intuition. "You can have my spot in his games," she answered somewhat flatly to the increasingly heated tone of her sister, "I don't want it."
To her surprise though, her typically demure sister suddenly turned her temperamental stare upon the boy between then and spoke directly to him with much the same accusatory tone that she had just received, no doubt stirring the already tepid flames of irritation. Even stronger than the sudden guilt that had settled over her earlier the spindly girl felt something new: pride. It was not always she got to see her sister speak up in this manner, particularly to strangers, and just a little she felt a little stronger connection to her. "Can't you see, Circe?" she asked as she began to walk around the boy to join her sibling on his opposite side. "He thinks himself special enough for our full attention." Coming to stand beside the other girl, she turned her head to peer at him with her silvery blue gaze, giving him a swift once over before goading him further. "At least in his eyes."
Even from the corner of her eye she could tell that she had irked the male by boldly choosing to ignore him altogether. Though she did not show it, she took great satisfaction from the fact, sure now that he would be able to tell without a hint of doubt that her interests did not lie in the least with him. Hell, if she had had it her way, she would have disappeared entirely at the first sign of company, melding into the shadows and disappearing among them. It was only Circe that had stopped her from doing just that, though by the look that settled upon her sibling's face she could see the reception she had given had been less than ideal. Only slightly did Callisto feel a small prickle of guilt, though nothing great enough to act on.
With the male frowning and glowering in a spoiled pout, Callisto continued to hold her attention upon her sibling and listen as the brown colored girl supplied her answer, to which the black and grey girl released a sudden breath that was nearly a snort. Her and Severus? Play? Is that what she calls it? It had always seemed more like bouts of torment from her brother, teasing and nitpicking and making such a bother of himself that Callisto was sure if he kept it up she would eventually go mad and snap on him entirely. He certainly knew how to push her buttons, whether because of their relation or irritatingly good intuition. "You can have my spot in his games," she answered somewhat flatly to the increasingly heated tone of her sister, "I don't want it."
To her surprise though, her typically demure sister suddenly turned her temperamental stare upon the boy between then and spoke directly to him with much the same accusatory tone that she had just received, no doubt stirring the already tepid flames of irritation. Even stronger than the sudden guilt that had settled over her earlier the spindly girl felt something new: pride. It was not always she got to see her sister speak up in this manner, particularly to strangers, and just a little she felt a little stronger connection to her. "Can't you see, Circe?" she asked as she began to walk around the boy to join her sibling on his opposite side. "He thinks himself special enough for our full attention." Coming to stand beside the other girl, she turned her head to peer at him with her silvery blue gaze, giving him a swift once over before goading him further. "At least in his eyes."