MELITA
His impression of her, while spot on, did drag her jaw downwards in the pretenses of outrage. “Well they’re so gods damned slow!” she anointed in defense of her terrifying skyship driving skills (They could check for phrasing later; she already had a wanton plan in mind. She could hear the stretch of his limbs cascading through the water, and it spurned her on, grin exultant and ebullient in devilish whims as she swam. Increasing her swiftness only amplified the frenzy, and while he echoed that no, he didn’t have any water magic and he would’ve already utilized it if he did, she saved and stored that notion for future endeavors. Which meant impulsive means had to change.
Melita always figured she was pretty quick on her feet when it came to solving dilemmas (i.e. just blow it up). With the wall approaching, she figured she had enough time to approach, dive, propel off of it, and surge into another direction. The attempt came on a giant inhale of air, and she streamlined below the splashing denizens, sensing victory in her grasp. Limbs bounded off the stones, and then she was gliding, gliding…
Straight into him.
A garbled laugh and girlish shriek echoed when she resurfaced, knowing full well the depths of his reach and clutches. She’d only have a few seconds to spare before she was caught, snagged, rooted in place, and then potentially tortured. On that whimsical and capricious alteration, she had to recalculate, and while she’d intended to snag them at a more salacious interlude, her hands went towards said shorts, intending to pull them down.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
