HE MOTIONED ME TO THE SKY,
She’s never been much of a dancer, but thinking back on it, isn’t fighting just a sort of violent dance with no music? They move to surprise their partner, but there are only so many ways to twist and turn on a battlefield, especially during the daily practices the cadets face.
Marisol has always been her favorite dance partner, the way they so easily danced and bled for each other, always knowing exactly how hard to hit and when to pull a punch to avoid injuring the other too seriously without losing face. She has seen Marisol with teeth bared and fire in her eyes, bruised and bloodied and still turning to snap at the wayward cadet who dared disobey her, and she thinks maybe there was nothing in the world that can stop the burgeoning train wreck they have become.
A soft, thoughtful hum leaves her throat, almost lost in the chaos of the bar scene before them. Ask for it echoes around her head, a beckoning song, and her lips curl upwards at such an invitation. “What if--” No time to hesitate, now, not when she‘s already decided she’s going to ask the question, no matter what the fall-out might be. “What if I want something more than a kiss?”
It’s a primed grenade tossed onto their dance floor, and her every instinct is to duck-and-cover from such weakness -- and yet she stays utterly still, waiting for what Marisol’s response might be. Her chest burns from the hope that dares rest there, the thought that perhaps Marisol might want her just as much as she wants the commander, right now, and the mere thought is as intoxicating as the alcohol that she’s consumed.
Her tail wraps itself more firmly around Marisol's ankle, gives a soft tug as the cadet turns away towards the door -- a brush of their wings as she does so, the 'accidental' sweep of her mouth along Marisol's cheek, and it's so blatant an invitation to the pale girl that she wonders if the other cadets might even notice, no matter how subtle they had been before.
I HEARD HEAVEN & THE THUNDER CRY.
