watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
An obvious joke ensued and she snorted; the girl rarely planned anything out – impulsive, impetuous, resigned to conspire fire, brimstone, and anything else laden in between. If anything ever truly worked out it was due to some stalwart determination, annihilation, or twisted fortune; otherwise she was often staring into the abyss of her own failures. She shrugged at his chuckle though, a wrinkle to her nose, feet picking up the swifter tunes and stanzas, exactly what her soul had craved: fast, frenzied, unrelenting, ridiculous.
She listened to his plans though while they swept along, a hum resounding under her breath in her efforts to match the song set, an arch to her brow at his aforementioned game. “Hm. Never heard of it.” But then again, festivities had never been anything on the Rift, unless one enjoyed celebrating another day of life, and even then those were small victories, and she’d only been to one Helovian party before the end of that particular world – not a lot of experience in those means or modes.
But at his conspiring look, she answered with one of her own – a grin very Cheshire, ruffian, dangerous. “Capture The Flag.”
She listened to his plans though while they swept along, a hum resounding under her breath in her efforts to match the song set, an arch to her brow at his aforementioned game. “Hm. Never heard of it.” But then again, festivities had never been anything on the Rift, unless one enjoyed celebrating another day of life, and even then those were small victories, and she’d only been to one Helovian party before the end of that particular world – not a lot of experience in those means or modes.
But at his conspiring look, she answered with one of her own – a grin very Cheshire, ruffian, dangerous. “Capture The Flag.”
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
