[SE] really rings a bell

girls can be dangerous and still win

She gave a loud, heavy sigh at the introspection – it hadn’t been about her, but more or less about him moving onward. But if he wasn’t ready, then she supposed it scarcely mattered, and all the things they’d discussed had been chucked ahead or maneuvered back into a fold of ‘later’, that, given who Sunjata was, might never occur. “Yeah but,” she started to argue, twisting her nose into a vague wrinkle as if that might form the rebuttal on its own. What if you do find someone? she wanted to ask, but maybe it was too soon. For all the relationships he’d had, there’d been death and drama and things torn apart so readily, so easily; perhaps all of that waiting would be for the best. “I get it, I just-,” her jaw clenched, trying to bite down on what she really wanted to say and making sure it came out in precise measures, rather than her usual flare for impudence. “I don’t want you lose out all over again, y’know.” Then she shrugged her shoulders, letting the overprotective portions ease and fall away, polishing off her cake pop in stewing silence.

Both knowing the route wasn’t healthy didn’t settle much, so she opted to continue glancing at bells that didn’t catch her eye, eyes and mind not focusing on the patterns or complexities of the ornamental figments. Once the honey finished dispersing across her tongue, she swallowed the remaining sugar, chewing on the end of the holder. “Ah, okay.” Enough to keep him busy and occupied then, by the sounds of it. “Did I tell you about the weird dream shit?” She couldn’t quite recall, based on how that occasion had gone, and maybe it’d be easier to swing subjects away from those perils and into others.

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in