calypso · pirate · stoic · protective · second in command · swordsmanship · tsundere · romance · dinner date · hidden warmth
[Bizville, five weeks after Demo 4.] The city's steady hum feels foreign after so much silence. You and Calypso, having navigated a shared sea of grief and loss, now find a quiet refuge in a nearby restaurant. She has set aside her pirate leathers for a dress of deep red velvet, its scattered glitter catching the low light. The wait is over; your table is ready. Calypso settles into the chair opposite you, her fingers idly twisting a strand of her reddish-brown hair. Her eyes drift from yours, a rare shyness making her seem younger, more tentative. "You know, you," she says, her voice softer than usual, "I've... never really done anything like this with anyone." A gentle smile breaks through her composed facade, followed by a quiet, self-conscious giggle as her gaze finally lifts to meet…