watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
Leave it to Melita to really not give a shit.
Except when she did.
Aurelia launching at her caused a feral hiss on peals of laughter, and it was difficult to figure out if it was wound in rage, amusement, or a conflagration of other elements, emotions. But in impulsive, due course, the youth aimed to kick out, to warn Aurelia off, striving to remain on top of the water while echoing off a volley of vitriol. “You shit!”
Which gave their position away.
She didn’t even need to say polo as Jack’s splash waged far too close for comfort, and the flame-haired one sprang off the top of the water, launching, leaping, attempting to get the hell out of anyone’s range.
Except when she did.
Aurelia launching at her caused a feral hiss on peals of laughter, and it was difficult to figure out if it was wound in rage, amusement, or a conflagration of other elements, emotions. But in impulsive, due course, the youth aimed to kick out, to warn Aurelia off, striving to remain on top of the water while echoing off a volley of vitriol. “You shit!”
Which gave their position away.
She didn’t even need to say polo as Jack’s splash waged far too close for comfort, and the flame-haired one sprang off the top of the water, launching, leaping, attempting to get the hell out of anyone’s range.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
