Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
At least their skirmish thus far had been embedded and infused with laughter, as opposed to crashing, embittered dominions, rushes of vehemence, vitriol, and abhorrence. She’d had those before, an eternity of flaring oppositions and rancorous edges, and wasn’t certain which she preferred. The bestial, siren throngs, or the softer, lighter, contortions, where one could coil, think, and still not risk being buried in their wrath?
Melita watched, very briefly, as Zeph’s sputtering coughs turned into movements onto his back, and for a second she was confused, bewildered, tilting her head –
And then his legs kicked upwards, knocking at her knees, and she didn’t have any other way to prepare herself except to embrace for the inevitable. Her balance skewed, she toppled, arms extended out in instinct, and the rush of water cascading over her hid her warm tidings of absolute laughter.
Then the girl was above the surface again, head bobbing over the veneer, the anklet’s powers and contortions gone. Even playing fields now, maybe, depending on experience and wits. So the honeybee thought to kick at him from underneath, but goodness her legs, her feet, were so much slower, cutting through swathes of water, that she wasn’t sure if it’d reach his back at all.
Melita watched, very briefly, as Zeph’s sputtering coughs turned into movements onto his back, and for a second she was confused, bewildered, tilting her head –
And then his legs kicked upwards, knocking at her knees, and she didn’t have any other way to prepare herself except to embrace for the inevitable. Her balance skewed, she toppled, arms extended out in instinct, and the rush of water cascading over her hid her warm tidings of absolute laughter.
Then the girl was above the surface again, head bobbing over the veneer, the anklet’s powers and contortions gone. Even playing fields now, maybe, depending on experience and wits. So the honeybee thought to kick at him from underneath, but goodness her legs, her feet, were so much slower, cutting through swathes of water, that she wasn’t sure if it’d reach his back at all.
Melita
