love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
The give is obvious in the woman’s softer tones, and it feels like a win to Kamaria - who had only ever wanted to appease her. These subjects, though, she struggles to know how to deal with them. She wishes she were better but, maybe this is a step in the right direction. Maybe people just want to be heard. Kamaria could be a good listener, she thinks.
She turns to sit down beside Melita with a gentle thump into the sand. Placing her elbows on her knees, which tuck up against her chest, she leans slightly against the redhead. Her gaze travels across the open sea and sands before returning to Melita’s face. She offers a soft smile and listens, to let the woman bark and bite if she so wants. Or maybe she won’t want to, and they can enjoy the view in all its simplistic, peaceful beauty.
fin
She turns to sit down beside Melita with a gentle thump into the sand. Placing her elbows on her knees, which tuck up against her chest, she leans slightly against the redhead. Her gaze travels across the open sea and sands before returning to Melita’s face. She offers a soft smile and listens, to let the woman bark and bite if she so wants. Or maybe she won’t want to, and they can enjoy the view in all its simplistic, peaceful beauty.
fin
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
