girls can be dangerous and still win
She would’ve done many, many things to simply reach across and have him right then and there – but she maintained her composure, gave the slow turn of a smile again as he watched her for a beat too long. If there weren’t stories in place and promises to be kept amidst a public area, that all might’ve suited her just fine. For now, she had to be still and vigilant, and it ached something fierce in between her ribs; rich temptations and ways she had to cease in her avarice. Not much art to her patience, when it was often found wanting.
Her head tilted, studying him, trying to listen to the tale and watch the eerie glow flicker across his features. She hadn’t been akin to many a myth – save for ones her mother used to express at the kitchen table or down by the woodstove, where she and her sister could giggle over something fanciful and light. She could barely remember the soft, soothing tones now; too long separated from beings that sacrificed for their daughters. Instead, she was going to be partial to spooky ships and ghostly visions, and she gave him a grin for his efforts, torn between watching just him and the spectral, fiery ship brought to life and flame.
Her imagination went along with the galley – of a vessel so alluring that no one would be able to stop themselves from the immense curiosity, nor from the lurking wraiths in eventuality. She even wondered if there’d be ghost whales lurking nearby, a sign of impending doom, or a simple trap, meant for a crew to become that much bigger. “Not gonna lie, I’d probably try to board it at least once,” she murmured when he was done, clapping at the end of the tale. “I bet that’s a big ass crew by the end of it too,” tapping on her chin, already beginning to summon a maelstrom of questions that might be unending until they’re finally done. “Maybe we should go searching for it sometime,” with a tease and a taunt to end the date – leaving him to ponder if she meant it or not.
[FIN]
Her head tilted, studying him, trying to listen to the tale and watch the eerie glow flicker across his features. She hadn’t been akin to many a myth – save for ones her mother used to express at the kitchen table or down by the woodstove, where she and her sister could giggle over something fanciful and light. She could barely remember the soft, soothing tones now; too long separated from beings that sacrificed for their daughters. Instead, she was going to be partial to spooky ships and ghostly visions, and she gave him a grin for his efforts, torn between watching just him and the spectral, fiery ship brought to life and flame.
Her imagination went along with the galley – of a vessel so alluring that no one would be able to stop themselves from the immense curiosity, nor from the lurking wraiths in eventuality. She even wondered if there’d be ghost whales lurking nearby, a sign of impending doom, or a simple trap, meant for a crew to become that much bigger. “Not gonna lie, I’d probably try to board it at least once,” she murmured when he was done, clapping at the end of the tale. “I bet that’s a big ass crew by the end of it too,” tapping on her chin, already beginning to summon a maelstrom of questions that might be unending until they’re finally done. “Maybe we should go searching for it sometime,” with a tease and a taunt to end the date – leaving him to ponder if she meant it or not.
[FIN]
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
