watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
The pace was amusing, diverting, more so than any slow, plodding course, both brows lifting at the insinuation of spin the bottle’s rooted system – which sounded disappointing, honestly, when there were hundreds of other things to do. “Bound to be dramatic then,” the youth proffered with a snarky smile, an enveloping snicker, registering his flair towards the aforementioned, but having naught else to go on, no experience in those details or particulars. Ignorant at best, she shrugged again too, spinning along as he tossed her out along the surface, feet twisting and turning, bolder and bolder still within the revolution. Melita offered to do the same to him next, dangling her hands along like wings, unfurling rapidly, laughing, Fangorn orbiting around them in some circular motion, adding to the music with hisses and grumbles.
A game she’d enjoy indeed; as long as it involved destruction, mayhem, some other wreckage and havoc to exploit at its foundation. “Probably. But maybe I’ll get to maim some people in the process!” All in good fun: her corresponding grin was wicked again, a wrinkle to her nose, a plunge of all the potential damage she could orchestrate and endeavor; the hum never quite leaving her breath – as if all of it sounded incredibly pleasant to her.
A game she’d enjoy indeed; as long as it involved destruction, mayhem, some other wreckage and havoc to exploit at its foundation. “Probably. But maybe I’ll get to maim some people in the process!” All in good fun: her corresponding grin was wicked again, a wrinkle to her nose, a plunge of all the potential damage she could orchestrate and endeavor; the hum never quite leaving her breath – as if all of it sounded incredibly pleasant to her.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
