[se] about to make it everyone else's problem

melita

The explanation didn’t make it any less weird in Melita’s eyes – and they narrowed in speculation, facial expression twisting and turning into disbelief, then confusion, before settling on a flat affect. She struggled picturing it, but certainly wasn't going to ask for anymore visual input. “Huh. Well, all right.” Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, and still pondering over Frey’s compunction for some bizarre shit, Melita marched on, swinging around the kiosk to peruse more of the fabric, before opting out. “Tell me what she says, anyway,” with a light wave of her hand, as if everything was going to be simplistic. And perhaps it would be – she could see Ru beelining into the notions without a second thought.

Not much for calculations, this family.

salvation doesn't look like light

/// when we crawled out of the ocean

Sunjata nods, even as he can tell she’s a bit confused and distrusting of it. Even still, Sunjata does take her words and opinions to heart – figuring that a conversation should be had between them anyway, even if he wanted it to be a surprise. Given the current situation and scenarios that may occur, Sunjata isn’t entirely sure if they’ll end up with finding the ‘right time’. So might as well have a chat, right? Make sure everyone’s on the same page.

“Yeah, of course.” Sunjata says, stepping up beside her after when he’s pretty sure she’s not going to set him on fire (even if he can douse it out with his magic). He’s careful to not mention any of the other admissions offered between himself and the Valkyrie, instead reaching out to tug her elbow and hand her the golden scarf he’d just purchased.

“For you.” He says with a crooked smile. “Not just a scarf but it can be a bag too.” He scans her face, curious to see what she might think of its ivory hues with golden threads that shimmer in the light within it.

the flood

nothing was good and everything was in between ///

melita

Piling together her purchases, she surveyed the scarves and candy, figuring they were decent enough wares for the warranted occasion, and went ahead to purchase the other portions. So she was surprised to turn back around and find he was giving something to her (especially when she’d been a little shit lately, and hardly deserving). Her eyes rounded in the slight bewilderment, going back and forth from her uncle and to the gilded cloth, before her hands went for it. “Thank you,” she offered, because she meant it. “I’ll have something for you later,” it would’ve been difficult to shop with him here, and Melita wasn’t slick enough to pull that off underneath his nose.

She could probably put it around her locks or make it a bag…yeah, some manner of calculations already beginning.

salvation doesn't look like light