breath by breath

MELITA

In hindsight, the umbrella hats had been an excellent accompaniment to her plans, because as she watched his bob up and down on top of his head, she couldn’t quite stifle the loud, bright laughter, even as he groused and complained. Pretending not to hear the last remark, she still rolled her eyes, not expecting to be a valiant defender of moushrooms today, tilting her head and listening to the rest of the alterations and decisions. “Isn’t that what makes them grand?” she grinned in response; pretending she was not wholly smug and unpredictable at times. “I like ‘em because they don’t seem to care what anyone else thinks. Or wants from them.” Independent and aloof; noncompliant and haughty; she wouldn’t be making any distinctions there either.

With shadowfangs selected in proper order, she granted a fast and firm nod, already beginning to take a rampaging step in that direction, when Iskra announced another slot for the bingo board. Her glance went rapidly in the direction of said girl and heels, wincing outwardly for the plight of looking cute in a place that was far too vast to comply with the endearing fashions; still, she giggled as she placed another sticker down. “That’s a shame.”

Though…she noticed if she went diagonally…she only had two more slots that could fill the part of the card’s line. And then she’d win. Suddenly hugging it very close to her chest, she leaned over to pry and see where his situation was at as more woods unfurled and howls rang in the distance.

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight