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remains to be seen - Melita - 06-24-2025
After talks with Ludo, for both of them it seemed, they could float along towards the Sidhe Village. Melita still hadn’t said anything because she wasn’t sure what to say, and maybe they were just going to pretend things didn’t happen. Besides, her mind was going along on plots and subversive measures, specifically aimed at amusements and diversions –
Iskra was an excellent one, but she wasn’t to malign him the entire time. She wouldn’t “pants” him in public (if anything, it’d be in private thank you very much), had no intentions of stealing from him, and figured he didn’t really need to believe his house was haunted.
Toy soldiers in pockets it was.
How and why and when to get those in said pockets was reserved for the next few moments – and since she made her strategies on whims and mercurial efforts, there hadn’t been much forethought before hand. [say]“Do you want to get some food?”[/say] sprung up instead, her golden gaze flickering to him with all the airs of innocence that never truly stayed or lingered long. Fangorn and Sila were already finding a table for them, mainly because they were also quite hungry from treks amidst the forest. [say]“I can grab drinks.”[/say] Which definitely wasn’t something else up her sleeve.
RE: remains to be seen - Iskra - 06-25-2025
Much like all the other things Iskra is unsure about in life, he prefers to ignore and swallow them into the oblivion of late night thought. The Kiss had been magnificent, and that image of Melita caught beneath him is one he keeps returning to. She had wanted him too—then—but now?
Now he's not so sure. They'd had a moment, before. Something tender amid all the terrible, drifting on liquor and sea swells alike, tangled in gilded memories and the loneliness of loss. Here, it feels like a risk if he tries anything, like he might earn a crack in their friendship, one so recently returned it makes him reluctant. Yet... her words haunt him as surely as the memory of her lips, where she'd advised him to take all the opportunities he had been missing.
So he's on the hunt for them as much as the damn rose, but it's perhaps swung a bit into overdrive. [say]"I dunno, do you want to get food?"[/say] he shrugs unhelpfully, doing his best not to require a damn thing so he can ensure she's doing what she wants. Completely oblivious to her scheming, although admittedly, he's fairly certain she's always scheming, he watches the swing of her arm, trying to decide if or when would be a good time to grab her hand, just to hold it. The question didn't appear to be necessary though as they've already begun to slow amid the village towards one such locale, Fangorn and Sila's movements drawing Goose over towards the table while Iskra glances over at Mel and her drink run. [say]"Yea, I can grab the food, what do you want?"[/say] he asks as he begins to break towards the line. [say]"I want lemonade!"[/say] he calls out to her.
RE: remains to be seen - Melita - 06-26-2025
Her eyes narrowed perceptively, arms behind her back in her own innocent pretenses, a sharpened glance delivered to him at that initial inquiry. Thereafter though, as the Fae world opened before them again, and he acquiesced, her head tilted vaguely, as if she could be conspiring about anything and everything, a smile dimpling her cheek as she glanced back at him.
Melita had always been a covetous, avaricious, greedy little thing. It’d probably started from clawing her way, tooth and nail, towards survival, and hadn’t really stopped since. So what did she want? Him. The Family to be wiped out, exterminated, gone. Power, magic, the means to ensure she and those she cherished were never hurt again. And probably some fries. [say]“Ooh, what about a burger? And fries to split?” [/say]
Then she bounded away, saluting at his choice, eyes intent on multiple prizes. Hearing his own request made her motives easier, and maybe the task a little more difficult. The drinks line was absurdly line, and she easily blended into the crowd, manifesting herself into invisibility within a moment’s notice. Now – it would all come down to timing. She’d have to slip things into his pockets before he came back, and have the drinks. It’d require a delicate balance, a careful finesse – many things Melita wasn’t.
Which meant she double-backed – bending and melding her way through and around people as easy as breathing, well-practiced and versed, waiting for him to get into the opportune moment in line.
RE: remains to be seen - Iskra - 06-27-2025
He flashes a thumbs up behind him as her order rings out. Fisting his hands in his pockets, he lumbers towards the marked stand, slouching into the wait with one leg crossed behind the other. He drags through the time they just had together, picking apart moments into smaller bits, turning over the different choices he could have made there, in the hopes it'll keep him from doing the same going forward.
He glances over his shoulder every so often towards the way she went. Although he'd lost sight of her to the crowd a bit ago, he's hoping to see her anew, always brightened and eased by it. Not to mention ever since saying lemonade, he's suddenly and horribly thirsty. As he thinks, one hand slips from his pocket and rubs idly through the back of his hair. He stiffens when he feels something tangled there, and carefully his other hand lifts, fingertips threading through the ends curiously. It slips away behind other hair every so often, but her finally snags it between two fingers and pulls. It yanks the hair with it and he winces, his body jerking slightly in response. [say]"Is this fucking sap?"[/say] he mutters under his breath as he turns the sticky glob over in his hand, coated in hair and leaving a lingering residue behind on his hands where it touches.
He snorts and flicks it off his hand with a quick back and forth wiggle. All the while he's mindful of inching forward along with the line, the smell of burgers and fries wafting by. Languidly he leans more onto one leg, and he slips his hand back into his pocket on the opposing side.
RE: remains to be seen - Melita - 06-27-2025
Initially, her nose wrinkled, watching as he slid his hands into his pockets, smothering a sigh. She glanced back and forth, realizing she’d never quite stared at him for this long, and then shrugged to herself, gleaning in open admiration and eyes pinpointing some keen aspects –
Only to be ultimately saved by sap.
She had great difficulty in not laughing, hoping some other sound covered it up, as she rifled through her own pockets, picking at several toy soldiers and hastening herself forward. Another woman came up behind him, elderly and a bit frail, and must’ve noticed his current predicament – a savior of distraction while Melita worked. [say]”Oh, you can get that out with some peanut butter! Done it many times,”[/say] she nodded sagely, at which the Honeybee furrowed her brows, then shook her head.
Very gingerly, carefully, silently, she slid one of the makeshift warriors, painted and drawn on to look like a duck, into his absent pocket while the older lady kept going on about some kind of oil. She looked up quickly, to see if he noticed anything, before placing a second, then a third, beside its brethren.
Then dashed away, back to the drinks line.
RE: remains to be seen - Iskra - 06-28-2025
[say]"Oh?"[/say] Iskra says with surprise, half for the abrupt intrusion of the old woman (which meant his predicament had unfortunately not gone unnoticed), and half for the apparent miracle work of peanut butter, of all things. The idea draws a grimace on his face though, because the idea of gunky, oily, peanut butter globing into his hair sends a shiver up his spine, as if he'd felt the ghost of a touch beside him. He politely listens though, because attempting to object seems a decision that should only be made if he wants to prolong this conversation or invite other tangents, and lovely as she is, he does not want to be cornered here with her.
His hand doesn't sink all the way into his pocket as he's forced to demonstrate something with his hands for the woman. His casual lean also straightens up as the line, blessedly, starts to move in earnest. After thanking the woman Iskra steps up to order, calling for two burgers and fries. When he fully reaches in his pocket to pay, his fingers brush the abnormal edges and he jerks his hand away like he's been bitten. He presses down on the pocket from the exterior, and sure enough feels some weird shit.
[say]"What?"[/say] he asks as he pulls out money and toy soldiers, completely at a loss. The worker has no patience for his games though, and with a gruff reminder Iskra starts and counts out the payment, gathering back the puzzling toys. He turns them over as he waits for the food to be ready, but the one painted with a duck cracks the confusion into a twinkling grin. [say]"Fucking Mel,"[/say] he sighs affectionately.
RE: remains to be seen - Melita - 06-28-2025
Melita sighed as she entered the still very long line, now more than an apparition, rolling her eyes as several ahead seemed to be taking an outrageous semblance of orders. She moved ahead every now and again, peering over shoulders and around limbs, brow arching, trying to gauge timeframes. More than once or twice she’d glance surreptitiously over towards where Iskra was – though by then it seemed he’d already gotten the order placed.
And the toys were already in his hands. Wrinkling her nose to herself, she figured she could always play it cool later – and certainly find a more devious way of planting said things. Maybe he didn’t even think it was her. That’d be a little more entertaining.
Eventually though, she took strides towards the front, paying for the dual lemonade splurge, before taking the tray over to their guarded table. Fangorn and Sila made a beeline for their seats, and she figured Goose would be rampaging shortly. [say]“Hey guys, just a second,”[/say] as she began fishing for treats and bits of jerky in her pack.
RE: remains to be seen - Iskra - 06-29-2025
Iskra thanks the cook as he picks up their order and makes it to the table not far behind Mel, a smirk stretching his lips as he sets the food down and places one of the toy soldiers next to her drink. [say]"When and how did you get these in my pockets?"[/say] he tilts his head, the start of a laugh edging in around the words, but his gaze upon her is just something full of wonder. It's a small thing, truly, but he's so entertained by her that he can't keep the warm current that winds across his chest.
He sits down and grabs for some fries, tossing them to Goose who's nose is poking out from under the table. He chomps on some of his own in-between feeding the table monster, pulling out more of the figures as he does and arranging them into a battle scene. He takes some of the ketchup from the fries and flicks it like blood across the wounded. [say]"Y'know, the duck is a dead give away,"[/say] he drawls to her, gaze flicking up from fries back to her. [say]"Might have stumped me otherwise,"[/say] assuming that's what she was going for, because why else sneak them in.
RE: remains to be seen - Melita - 06-30-2025
She snorted as she eyed the soldier placed next to her drink, giving a dramatic eyeroll for effect. [say]“I can’t tell you,”[/say] at which she wrinkled her nose and winked; having no intention of revealing any of her process and progress with chaotic shenanigans. Even if this one had been one of the more innocent regards. [say]“It would give things away.”[/say] And without the element of surprise and amusement, then where would she be?
The Honeybee gave over portions of jerky to each companion. Fangorn heartily accepted with a loud grumble, and Sila was dainty, polite, and when everyone seemed content, she could feast on her own burger. Munching, she huffed at his response, and swallowed down the food before granting some excuse. [say]“Gotta have some kind of trademark.”[/say] Unless she was being overly cruel or condemning; perhaps it depended on the circumstances. Snagging at a fry, she popped it into her mouth and considered other options. [say]“You’d have figured it out anyway.”[/say] She doubted many others would be putting duck soldiers in his pants pockets.
RE: remains to be seen - Iskra - 07-01-2025
He surveys her over a sesame seed bun, her eye roll only growing his smile. [say]"
Can't, or won't?[/say] he asks with little expectation of an answer as he bites into his burger. For her, he assumes they're one and the same. Her stubborn streak a quality he rather likes, because she's assured enough to put her foot down. The nose under the table is relentless and Iskra swats at it half-heartedly. He'll give him the last few bites, but for now Iskra wants to enjoy it in peace, without hot dog breath panting under his arms.
[say]"Maybe,"[/say] he admits when he takes a sip of the lemonade, nearly knocking one of the soldiers over with the lazy lift of the cup. [say]"Could be part of a whole sweeping problem here in these woods. The gremlins of missing socks turning their sights on toy soldiers and pilfering them from all the naughty children to sprinkle them into the pockets of anyone nearby."[/say] He chuckles lightly under his breath as he finishes off his burger, leaving the ends for Goose, as promised. He shucks them under the table and they never have a hope of making it to the ground.
[say]"C'mon little duck, let's go home before the actual wood gremlins do start to come out."[/say]
RE: remains to be seen - Melita - 07-01-2025
[say]“Mmmm, both,”[/say] she hummed in response, polishing off another slender portion of fries. Can’t because where was the fun in that, and won’t because she needed some element of surprise to do her bidding most of the time. In between those notions, she fed over other pieces of the burger to Sila and Fangorn alike; a fine feast as Iskra started describing and making up some fanciful notions about the other spirits in the wood.
Her eyes widened, and she was grateful she hadn’t been sipping down the lemonade before he’d started in. [say]“Oh, didn’t realize there was such an epidemic of gremlins.”[/say] Her eyes shifted to glance around at others passing by, mind sharpening. [say]“Could’ve been the will-o-wisps too. They’re known to make trouble.”[/say] If there were any similarities amidst herself and the elemental shits, then Melita wouldn’t be addressing them.
Then they could finish their meal, and move on to other pieces.
[FIN]