girls can be dangerous and still win
Without the eerie lighting beneath her, she was back to normal – brow arching, waiting for his opinions on the finale. When he admitted to defeat immediately, she huffed like a grouse, mildly bothered he’d handed her the victory without the air of competition (but given how actively they’d been contending all day, perhaps he’d simply tired of the rivalry efforts). Instead, he aired on the side of the fictional characters, and her gaze lifted, watching the sky, imagining how things might’ve been for the youth she’d concocted. “I don’t think she’d want to fall under that influence,” she hummed eventually. “She’d want to make a better life for herself.”
Whether or not that’s a metaphor for anyone in close proximity wasn’t for analysis today, and she polished off another chip before dusting her hands, surveying the damage they’d done to the taco fest. “If you don’t want to try,” at which she arched her brow in a little challenge, just in case, “then do you want to head out?” It’d been a long day of bingo, animal and people watching, and stories by fire incantations. “Sorry we didn’t see any of the really rare creatures.” But maybe that was for another day.
Whether or not that’s a metaphor for anyone in close proximity wasn’t for analysis today, and she polished off another chip before dusting her hands, surveying the damage they’d done to the taco fest. “If you don’t want to try,” at which she arched her brow in a little challenge, just in case, “then do you want to head out?” It’d been a long day of bingo, animal and people watching, and stories by fire incantations. “Sorry we didn’t see any of the really rare creatures.” But maybe that was for another day.
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
