you must burn brighter than ever
Melita didn’t have much to stand on when it came to doting parents; her mother had been an exemplary model of sacrificial means and goals, and her father had been a piece of shit. So while her experience was vastly limited, the whole display made her features alter into a petulant frown, wondering if she should shoot them with her cannon and maybe save everyone a little misery.
But then she needed to pry and see just how far along Iskra had gotten – slowly and carefully tiptoeing around until her chin nearly rested on his shoulder, aaaaand the opportunity was gone. Sticking her tongue out at him and snorting, she breezily handwaved the notion. “You don’t trust me?” Ludo’s demigod of chaos? Batting her eyelashes at him and still hoping to render something out of the motion, the secret would remain safe, for now, as she billowed out a low breath. “Like you wouldn’t do the same,” she granted – tucking hers away now that she has it firmly memorized.
All she needed was one diaper explosion, a gigantic flying creature, or a parent having a meltdown…and she could probably steer the latter. Humming a little under her breath and snaking along the path, she threaded her arm around his, contemplating the dining choices. “One of us needs to win in order to choose though.” Maybe he’d concede in lieu of hunger; Melita could hold out – she was fairly confident.
But then she needed to pry and see just how far along Iskra had gotten – slowly and carefully tiptoeing around until her chin nearly rested on his shoulder, aaaaand the opportunity was gone. Sticking her tongue out at him and snorting, she breezily handwaved the notion. “You don’t trust me?” Ludo’s demigod of chaos? Batting her eyelashes at him and still hoping to render something out of the motion, the secret would remain safe, for now, as she billowed out a low breath. “Like you wouldn’t do the same,” she granted – tucking hers away now that she has it firmly memorized.
All she needed was one diaper explosion, a gigantic flying creature, or a parent having a meltdown…and she could probably steer the latter. Humming a little under her breath and snaking along the path, she threaded her arm around his, contemplating the dining choices. “One of us needs to win in order to choose though.” Maybe he’d concede in lieu of hunger; Melita could hold out – she was fairly confident.
Melita
