melita
Her grin was an unrelenting force the moment his shock rang out; back to where she was comfortable in mischief and mayhem. Goose, for his part, was magnificent in the proceedings, from bounding along, and stealing the bone, to orchestrating evasion immediately thereafter, leaving Melita crowned victor. Viciously and wholly content with the proceedings, she pocketed her rocks, placed the flower back in her hair, and preened – head lifted, jaw high, every bit of audacity that should’ve been regal or noble or just slightly less audacious, bold, and arrogant. “I guess so,” with a wink of indulgence, clearly not ever fully equipped to handle the sudden impact of royalty.
“What did you say?” about his muttering, pretending to blink swiftly as if she hadn’t heard him correctly. “I believe this was your idea of a game,” and he’d unfortunately yet to understand just how much she’d cheat. But then there were other things to consider, and she watched as he created an item – eyes widening ever so slightly, tucking her arms back to appear only the least bit inquisitive (when the rest of her gave away the intent). Her features altered entirely when the crown was unfurled, deer antler, vine, and blossoms, the aroma of honey woven around her senses.
She snagged it immediately. “This is lovely,” as she placed it on her head, oohing and awing with all the right inflections. “How do I look?” Given how many times Flora had offered her the position of reigning Queen alongside, Melita still would never actually truly bear such a title and mantle; but parading around like a supreme shithead only sounded amusing from this standpoint. All a part of the game, the ruse.
Even thereafter, upon his inquiry, did she lean into her pretenses, encouraging and enticing as she stood on her tiptoes, ensuring her mouth hovered near his. Her eyes went hooded, glancing into his, every inch the imp and tease, voice ghosting a breath over his lips. She might’ve said something, anything, but the role was immediately subverted by a loud growl from her stomach, and she snorted. “Let’s eat. More than your shitty chocolate.”
salvation doesn't look like light
