[SE] what in carnation

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

Melita hadn’t snagged at all her borrowed Halo clothes or stolen Iskra sweaters for this brief sojourn, thinking they wouldn’t be necessary as the season altered and changed; but she’d been incorrect on that assumption. Digging through her skyship had ensured she’d squirreled away a light jacket, adorned with Ludo and its many cats on the back, making the trek into the Inner Quarter and its marketplace a little easier. Maybe she’d gotten too used to Torchline’s warm air.

But even the Hollowed Grounds had a touch of chill to it – but maybe if they wound around closer towards the bonfire, they’d have less of an issue. “How’d LongNight go?” she started towards her uncle, ambling through the marketplace with a keen choice already laden around her thoughts. “We had empanada fire hoop jumping.” As a way of ‘top that’, as she circled around a kiosk full of flowers – though it seemed they were having trouble keeping stock in decent shape.

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me

// now we are hanging out in the backyard //

Infinitely familiar with the chill in the air that still lingered from the cold LongNight night, Sunjata’s decked out in a dark green sweater underneath a weatherproof jacket, hands in his pocket and warm boots. His gaze snags on the market they drift through, each stall bringing a smidge of curiosity as she asks how LongNight went, and when she says empanada’s, he’s hit with a distinct memory he’d forgotten about, with Nate’s voice and the snap of his fingers trying to remember the name encantado and resulting in that.

Charmed by it, even if he couldn’t feel the love for Nate in the state he’s in anymore, it was still amusing enough that he flashes her an amused smile as they stop by some flowers. “That sounds fun. We had a party with bonfires, sledding, markets, and music.” He touts a little playfully, nudging her with an elbow. “Did you jump through the hoops?” He asks as he reaches out to rearrange the bouquet closest to him.

the flood

// looking at a new point of view //