a lion-hearted girl
It hadn’t been a think; it’d been real and true. Something gnashed up against her teeth, a growl forming in the back of her throat, and she breathed, steeling herself, forming the lines of fire and vitriol back down into her soul. She missed the dancing charades, didn’t look out of the corner of her eyes, fixating her attention on her own doll, contemplating the finishing touches as the mask was put in place. The question caught her off-guard though, and her brows furrowed, the cinders and vehemence starting all over again. “Yeah. I did.” A poke at her shoulder caused her head to twist, turn, and incline towards it, her sharpened gaze flickering back to his singular eye, an arch to her brow that insinuated some measure of foolishness – to him or to herself, she wasn’t quite sure. The youth didn’t need his favors, or extensions of the Torchline way, but the insistence needled and thorned, and she understood the necessity of striving to give back. “You can surprise me then.” And that would be that.
ready for a fight
MELITA
