[center][color=91a3b0]π—–π—”π—Ÿπ—¬π—£π—¦π—’ π—šπ—₯π—˜π—¬[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/NZvszb8.png[/img][/center][right][sub]Near the end, interacting with her mother. [@Write][/sub][/right] [indent]Eyes opening slowly, begrudgingly, to the dimly lit room that was painted heavenly white, with her light pink [url=https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1Sc60LVXXXXXfXFXXq6xXFXXXT/2017-New-European-Royal-Hung-Dome-Princess-bed-Mosquito-Nets-Encryption-Ceiling-Nets-Hanging-Court-Nets.jpg_640x640.jpg]canopy[/url] sheltering her from the outside world, Calypso Grey stretched her slender legs β€” her body only covered by her brother's button up shirt. If you're wondering... no, she wasn't wearing any under garments. The perks of having her own domain, which was fit for a princess, meant she could go commando if she wanted to. However, there have been incidents where her brother forgets to knock. Immediately after his entry, he turns around and says a low 'nope'. Did she have any shame? Absolutely not! No one should be ashamed of their [i]natural[/i] state. Adam and Eve weren't. Well, that is until they ate forbidden fruit. There was an aching in her skull, due to her actions from the previous night. It was all a blur, though. She remembered climbing down the ivy vines and aiming to play pretend. For one night only, she would be a [i]courtesan[/i], who went by EsmΓ©. A dangerous creature of the night. Indulging in the wondrous pleasures, like Roxanne from that 1979 [i]The Police[/i] song. If she gave, they gave. Treating her like she was a magnificent treasure. A goddess that drove men and women alike mad. All she required was one of her mother's dinner gowns, the black one, the black one was to die for, and one of her many wigs. She chose red hair to add to her femme fatale act. Red hair would attract many suitors. Sitting up in her bed, she glanced over to one of her white bears. Her name was Snowflake. She wore an extravagant diamond necklace. Well deserved. The necklace was a new addition to her haven. What many people did not know about Callie, not even her twin, was she enjoyed playing the mistress of disguise. She enjoyed acting like different people. She enjoyed letting someone else's psyche wash over her. Why do you think she's so fascinated with psychology? The more you understand people, the better you can be them. Her true calling should be acting or, if she knew this path was possible, an espionage agent, but Calypso chose an ordinary career path, for an 'ordinary' girl. A destined therapist or psychologist, whichever one she has more patience for. Someone who provides guidance because she [i]cares[/i]. Her life consisted of quietly watching others and hearing stories about vibrant and [i]different[/i] characters. It isn't like she doesn't know who she is, she just finds her night hobby to be fun. Adventurous. Her guilty pleasure. Making people believe what they want to believe. Calypso Grey was a woman with many faces and like all the adults that reside in Edgetoun, she had a secret. Her secret. A secret that was making her a smarter woman than she thought she was. One of her apparent sides that made her who she was today was playful and full of vigorous youth. Then with a snap of her finger, she transformed into a clever girl, with a self-possessed and scarily vindictive nature. Her more hidden self, especially if you didn't know her as a child, was a little girl with a nightmare disorder that fights against her demons, all the time. Every person had layers, but not everyone wanted to peel the layers to see what was underneath. People were fascinating, weren't they? Her hair was wild, hard to tame and going every which direction. She drank because it helped her sleep but the results were dehydrated saliva, chapped lips, and a boombox in her head. Insomnia was a bitch, but was sleep necessary if there was so much to do at night? Her phone buzzed and she groggily reached for it to see her brother's text. Today was... Friday? Yes, Friday. She didn't have classes on Friday. Thank goodness. Not really caring about whatever big news happened that her brother wanted her to tune in on, she decided to steer the conversation elsewhere. To something that actually mattered. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/HRfEjBz.jpg?1[/img][/center] The 'thing' consisted of her spamming his phone with pictures of her giving puppy dog eyes and pouts, as well as saying all the bad, naughty things she was going to do if he didn't go clubbing with her tonight. Let's just say, she won. They were going out tonight! She was no enemy. It was her duty as Caspian's twin, to get him to be less... serious. Why so serious? He needed to let loose, plus when was the last time he even kissed someone? AGES AGO. It was so long ago that she couldn't even recall the person. This would change. Tonight. In time, she did get out of bed and readied herself up for her day. Shower and all. Today she was feeling her simple, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e7/03/c5/e703c5f9a973859bb59edbbaadacdb92--urban-outfitters-hair-ideas.jpg]midnight[/url] blue dress with her beige, lace up [url=https://img1.lovelywholesale.com/images/201311/goods_img/108429_P_1383743449247.jpg]ankle boots[/url]. An elegant outfit for an elegant vampiress. She was going to call Lock & Key to see if she could set an appointment, to talk about a potential internship, but she decided that would be one of her stops today. Eventually. When she felt like it. Or she could procrastinate and do it on Monday. She hadn't decided yet. Callie was a girl who thrived off of stress, pain, and suffering. In this instance, it would be her hangover and her hunger. This wouldn't be the first time she's played pretend and got stupid drunk. It sure as hell wouldn't be her last. In addition to that woe, she was a vegetarian, choosing the diet of animal blood over people blood, so the constant, agonizing feeling of never having enough blood in her system was hardly a problem for her. With discipline, she could conquer any obstacle. Putting her [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0865/1016/products/BAVIRON-Heart-Sunglasses-Women-Cute-Sunglasses-Women-Brand-Designer-Vintage-Colorful-Cat-Eye-Sun-Glasses-Ladies_850x.jpg?v=1519922974]heart sunglasses[/url] on, which hid her bloodshot eyes from the world, she was ready to welcome the morning sun. Sorta. She needed one of her mother's hats. Making her way to the kitchen, knowing exactly where her parent would be, she twirled in (which honestly was a mistake because she was still dizzy from the night before) and greeted her beloved guardian, "Hellooooooo, mommy!" Her mother was fixing up a drink. Lovingly, she gave the older woman a kiss on the cheek and then pranced to a stool, by the island. "How's your morning been so far?" She considerately asked, before immediately bringing up what she wanted, "Can I, like, get a hat? Its got to match my shoes though, or I'll look dreadful! You have the best things in your closet, mommy. It makes me jealous." She would know. She used one of her mother's dresses last night. [/indent]