watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
At least he admitted it; and so she merely shook her head and rolled her eyes, the petals and flower crown tipping dangerously along the side of her hair before righting themselves again on some other frenetic movement. Some dramatics he could have easily avoided – but perhaps that wasn’t in the spirit of things, and she couldn’t exactly talk – tending to yield towards more of the striking endeavors when it suited her, when weapons, when havoc, or when shielding measures needed to be readily applied. Then the girl rampaged much the same as the music picked up once more, feet flying along the grounds, as they rapidly approached others, as she spun nearly into another (laughing, laughing, laughing; continually tempting fate).
And yes, there were competitive edges collected amongst her knife-boundaries and staff-fringes, the fire of damnation, success, and triumph an eternal sanction to her heart – and perhaps because she’d had so little. The Cheshire grin reignited, eager and fervent to unleash something in the spirit of fun and diversions. “Feel free!” Then she paused, a wrinkle to her nose then as they ambled and rambled past more. “I’m not coming to watch your Spin the Bottle showdown.” Not her thing; more tempted by notions of coliseums or onslaughts.
And yes, there were competitive edges collected amongst her knife-boundaries and staff-fringes, the fire of damnation, success, and triumph an eternal sanction to her heart – and perhaps because she’d had so little. The Cheshire grin reignited, eager and fervent to unleash something in the spirit of fun and diversions. “Feel free!” Then she paused, a wrinkle to her nose then as they ambled and rambled past more. “I’m not coming to watch your Spin the Bottle showdown.” Not her thing; more tempted by notions of coliseums or onslaughts.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
