[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

“Exactly,” she moved her brows up and down, childish and fiendish all at once, the promise of racing embellishing her smirk. She’d happily and contentedly beat his ass every time across the skies – but it’d be something to aid in their repertoires, beyond the chaotic amusements.

Content to hear his laugh again, she leaned further against the side of the boat, watching the jay and the bottle and the man. “Gods, same. And then the hangover. On top of her yelling.” Her eyes flickered outward again, along the sea, watching the waves cast forth, the current pulling outward, then in. “But she meant well.” She hadn’t intended for them to perish under the murk and weight of their own stupidity anyway. Maybe she would’ve been a voice of reason and insisted Melita not enter a damned tournament.

Then she was quiet as he began his goodbyes, perfecting, capable of stillness while she listened. Heard between the lines. Hoped that Ampere didn’t fault her son for trying to find and destroy himself in the process of his grief, that he’d clamber back, slowly but surely, away from the mess that her demise had manifested. Wasn’t the woman’s fault. Much like her own mother, the damage had simply been done – salvation one moment, and then none the next. All they had left were opportunities and chances, time thereafter.

Wanting to honor Ampere too, in her own way, the demigod narrowed her eyes, drawing into her wild magic. Wiggling her fingers, she stared across the expanse, hoping that it’d be the lightning thresholds come to unfurl – and instead, witnessed as a burst of water cannoned across the waves. Maybe a proper sendoff to the bottle.

Muffling a laugh, she came to sit next to him, fingers carding through his hair; far gentler than she’d be under normal circumstances. “Proud of you,” she remarked with a smirk, before giving a few taps of her index finger against his forehead, as if to remind him he should’ve done this ages ago. "Want me to steer us back?"