melita
Melita could only shrug, willing to pass through the tension and ease into more formidable things – like dessert and silly poses. If others were careless with her, she’d do something about it, much as she’d done with Kaisel, but in the meantime, there were snacks to coordinate. Plus, she could admit, at least to herself, that there were often shitty plans in her mind that instantly went amuck.
Waiting to see his reaction to the not-demolished-cheesecake, her grin went effervescent, if a bit feral on the ends. Laying the spread out, she snagged at the berries and started placing them along the top and sides, intending for the fruity sweetness to intermingle with the other flavors, and then he was posing.
Her eyes went wide and she didn’t hold back the laughter, letting it mingle throughout her ribs and outwards, jovial and light as it burst outwards, sending some birds flying nearby. “Stop ittttt,” she drawled, obviously not meaning it at all, sides threatening to hurt. “Perfect. I’ll do just that next time,” wiping the tears from her eyes and shaking her head. It would probably eat up three of the six seconds she had upon being dragged into a channel, but that wasn’t necessarily her problem. Maybe it’d stop others from summoning her at all.
Scooping at a portion of a cheesecake layer, tilted her head vaguely, as if trying to portion out her slice juuuust right, ensuring the angle was good enough to encompass a large quantity of berries, before flicking one at Iskra’s knee.
salvation doesn't look like light
