MELITA
Melita had kept her sister’s existence tucked right into her ribcage; secret and furtive, something cherished and not to be tarnished. Perhaps she hadn’t realized it’d never slipped out in the first place; she couldn’t even recall if she’d told her uncle that there’d been another niece. “Oh. Yeah. Clementine. My twin.” Every bit as sweet as the Honeybee was not; the latter having lost the saccharine qualities amongst trauma, tribulations, and terror. Her smile was serene for a few moments, then saddened, disjointed. “No, uh, she died before I was pulled here by the Voice. I tried to-,” save her, she meant to say, but then she shrugged it off, not wanting to claw any further. She clearly hadn’t been able to. Impending counterparts were easier to discuss, though the reasons left her snorting, eyes widening at the influx of pregnancies and children rampaging around again. “Oh,” uncertain if that was a good sentiment for raising kids, but fuck if she knew. Her nose wrinkled a tad, pushing her sunglasses back into place. “Well, if that got ‘em in the spirit or something.” Though the notion of shopping sprees had her regaining some of the beleaguered humor, glancing over the top of her shades, a wolfish grin beginning to reappear. “You guys should all get matching and coordinated pajamas. Or some of that demi merch that Kaisel’s been parading around in.” And ones that would be embarrassing or hilarious or hey both.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
