mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
“My arrows, yeah,” she gave in return – though they were of the elemental variety, and typically did multitudes of damage in their wake. The staff, of course, stayed within her grasp as she swung it around and incapacitated enemies. The daggers were of their own volition at times, and utilized for what the situation called for (stabbing from close range or stabbing from afar).
The handiwork was an unexpected but not wholly bad enterprise. She fought over the age-old instincts to bristle at his touch, because that’d always been safer when in regards to almost anyone, and instead stayed still amidst the piles of fabric while he adjusted her frame. The brush of fingers and breath on her ear felt almost intentional, and she arched her brow and glinted at him with diligent side-eye, maybe watching and waiting for something else that didn’t come.
With a huff of her own breath and re-steadying herself, she loosened her shoulders, then flicked the ax – watching as it plunged deep into the timber and stayed there. “Well look at that,” she grinned, perhaps pretending it’d been all her. “I suppose you’re a decent teacher,” and she winked once more.
The handiwork was an unexpected but not wholly bad enterprise. She fought over the age-old instincts to bristle at his touch, because that’d always been safer when in regards to almost anyone, and instead stayed still amidst the piles of fabric while he adjusted her frame. The brush of fingers and breath on her ear felt almost intentional, and she arched her brow and glinted at him with diligent side-eye, maybe watching and waiting for something else that didn’t come.
With a huff of her own breath and re-steadying herself, she loosened her shoulders, then flicked the ax – watching as it plunged deep into the timber and stayed there. “Well look at that,” she grinned, perhaps pretending it’d been all her. “I suppose you’re a decent teacher,” and she winked once more.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
