Nova
Here's to alcohol,
The flush of her cheeks hid the blush that tried to rise when he laughed at her. She was strangely conscious of the way his eyes scanned from her sparkly shoes to her pink encantado sweater dress to her blonde and purple hair, but it didn't distract her from the sarcasm in his voice and Nova stuck to her belief - no matter how unsupported the claim. "It is! You never would have found me otherwise!" Still, there was a smile on her face, matching Marcus's with a confident gleam.
She looked out to the river as he stepped next to her, face illuminated in the dying light of day and the glowing red of the Crimson Cataract. It was pretty at least. She liked it enough not to be upset with where they'd ended up, and she wouldn't mind taking a break here, maybe a nap or a snack. It has her head nodding, a quiet contentment forming before Marcus went and ruined it.
Her mouth opened in silent indignation as her gaze snapped to Marcus - who had the audacity to claim she looked tired enough to collapse then wink at her. "I. Do. Not." She stretched herself so that every inch of her height stood as tall and proud as it could, chin raising to display the stubborn purse of her lips as she clenched her hands. "I'll prove it! I'll beat you again! Right now!" But she didn't even stomp her foot, the energy to do so feeling far off, far more bark than bite right now.
She looked out to the river as he stepped next to her, face illuminated in the dying light of day and the glowing red of the Crimson Cataract. It was pretty at least. She liked it enough not to be upset with where they'd ended up, and she wouldn't mind taking a break here, maybe a nap or a snack. It has her head nodding, a quiet contentment forming before Marcus went and ruined it.
Her mouth opened in silent indignation as her gaze snapped to Marcus - who had the audacity to claim she looked tired enough to collapse then wink at her. "I. Do. Not." She stretched herself so that every inch of her height stood as tall and proud as it could, chin raising to display the stubborn purse of her lips as she clenched her hands. "I'll prove it! I'll beat you again! Right now!" But she didn't even stomp her foot, the energy to do so feeling far off, far more bark than bite right now.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
