MELITA
Melita was not often the recipient of any form of flattery (nor the giver, if one was being critical) – but Iskra’s did well to impart portions of acceptance – of who she was, of who she’d become – and that affect was rare. The Honeybee wasn’t easily moved or swayed at any given hour; much too stubborn, indignant, and defiant, but those words held an enormous power, and she trusted Iskra wasn’t wielding them simply because he could – they were meant, lodged in veracity.Her brow arched at his response, but he gained another long, slow kiss for the murmur; sinking into the mere thought of always having someone, other than herself or her companions. “Yeah? Gonna travel with me when I’m committing nefarious deeds?” A tease and a joke; she had no inclinations of drawing him into her Ludo webs – nor that she had to drag him everywhere, into the mayhem. Unless he enjoyed it; but that was another consideration.
Unaware that her safety had been his goal in the first place, she still preened under his watch, very catlike as she raised her fingers to graze along the back of his head, stroking at the finer hairs. The following proposition wove a Cheshire grin upon her features, mind contemplating at the distinctions. “I’d say that’d be very nice,” and the thoughts of a date, rather than their haphazard impulses flung anywhere and everywhere, gave her pause. Not out of anything to negate, but surprise, then pleasant notions, all playing out across her face – wondering if that had been the ground they were reaching for all along. “Ooh, to where?” Her head tilted – pondering, prying through those sparks of indulgence and the unknown. “Is there anywhere you haven’t been?”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
