MELITA
Quite some time ago indeed; the comment making her shoulders fall slightly, and then she straightened upright, rigid, as if she were trying to remember how to stay composed. Perhaps it was for the better – to become more determined in her future exploits, endeavors, and pursuits, instead of resting on prior, previous laurels. She listened to his advice though, watching his expert handling of the brush on the edge of her canvas, striving to apply it in softer amounts, a lighter touch. The tapestry wasn’t meant to be dead and buried under her force, under her power. She’d have to relent, instead of seethe and press. The girl nodded at his insinuations, and then caressed and stroked, rather than obliterating, adding to darker shadows and ghosts of crimson light along the top of the cliffs, as if there were dragons lurking there, wings tucked, quiet, stalwart guards of the world.
The subject of their wedding, the shame of the blight, didn’t seem to rankle; though she wanted to diminish and hide under his look of concern. She hadn’t intended for it to appear at all. But a ceremony to reaffirm their love sounded wonderful, and the girl came out of the potential raincloud quickly, swiftly, under the assertion there’d be another chance, another opportunity, to celebrate their union. “That sounds wonderful.” A softened sigh exerted itself in there too, gaze sliding back to her painting as she struggled with what to put in next. The radiant sky, the sun streaking through? The god of the realm himself, towering above all others, strong and enduring, a blaze of infernos and conflagrations? The oasis, untouched beauty? On a whim, she collected herself again. “Let me know if you need any help.” A giving back, instead of constantly taking.
But the lack of eyesight was still vexing and troubling. “What else needs to be done?” Maybe she could assist with that too.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
