MELITA
While she worked on adding tiny dragons into the backdrop, as someone might fit in miniature birds, she listened to the notion of fitting in, which sounded wonderful, the smile blooming back on her face – another hum under her breath. Parties were great distractions and diversions, lovely with friends and family. But as she worked, Bastien informed her of other contortions to the festivities – and it took a few seconds to sink in, as she maneuvered her paintbrush, as she contributed to lithe, little wingspans, dipping the bristles into a smoky obsidian hue, before it truly dawned on her. She didn’t know what Bacchanal elements were, but sexual parties in a separate room were not something she was accustomed to. A flush rose over her cheeks, just as embarrassed as she’d been when Adam had mentioned one night stands ages ago, and the girl’s face was likely as red as her damned hair. She had no experience with any of those things. There’d never been any insinuations, any time in the Rift, trying to survive, and then any other time just hadn’t occurred – panic began to take hold in her, a stammer on her mouth as her eyes swerved back over to him. “I…I don’t. I’ve never -,” then she stopped there, uncertain of what she was even trying to say. “Um. So. So we can leave before that happens, right?” Or should she just not go at all?
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
