MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
He watches her and beneath his gaze Minya’s head carries a little higher, her neck curving gracefully. Her steps are a dance, sensual and graceful. Even has death rises in crimson anger upon the horizon Minya moves as if she were dancing. She was, after all, made to be a feast for the eyes. Each moment is hers to own and she seizes it with a smile made for gods and a body no less than nature’s finest art.
Beneath the heavy bow of her black lashes, Minya watches the volcano roar and pour itself across the sea. It reaches for the girl of stone and the boy of gold who stands beside her. Was this the end of the world? Still August’s words hang between them. They prod at her, testing each of her beliefs for what this world is, what it means to her. Slowly, with trinkets chiming, Minya turns to bathe him in the silver of her eyes. Oh her gaze is as distant as the blotted-out stars above their heads, her expression as cold as the void surrounding them. “What makes you think it isn’t?”
She turns the question back upon him, a mirror but for the accentuation. “You are not acting like a man about to die. Why not?” Dismissively the Night girl shakes her head, her hair rippling like a ribbon in the wind. “I will not die here. I have not yet acquired enough jewels or admirers.” The smile upon her lips is wicked and small. It is a window to a cold frigid enough to bite like frost.
Graceful, powerful, beautiful, August steps toward the bridge that reaches their beach at last. Minya watches him go, content to watch a man drown if it meant her life be spared. But he looks back, waiting and with a huff, with another flick of her acid pink hair, the girl brushes past him. Her ears are buried within the thick silk of her hair. Her eyes watch him, darkened by shadow. She stops before the bridge and waits for him to ascend first. Chivalry was valuable when her safety was not known. Better he die than she, shared tattoo or not.
A soft, startled hiss escapes her lips as a tentacle reaches up upon the bridge at their passing. She bumps into August, her ears falling back tightly to her skull as her slender limbs stop their skittering and she pushes forward to lead them down the rest of the bridge. “Now,” She finishes for him, her silken voice short and sharp, “you are looking for answers where there are none. Bad things happen, nonsensical things happen. The gods are selfish and they do not care. There may be no pattern at all, even if there was, deal with it.”
And with the set of her jaw, the girl stalks on, away from her own violent ghosts, away from the beach stretching away like safety fading into the horizon.
@Random Events @August | "speaks" | notes: skidding in here at the last moment!
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@Minyahas rolled a 2, and has been awarded +40 signos!/blockquote>
