@unequell . )
Dark blue, wavering--like the white ripples atop a water-black fountain, like the sky when the stars take a night off, like the feeling you get when the haze of day cooks you under the skin--his soul was a lovely shade of carefully arranged flowers. Like sugared flowers. Clouds twinkled & glowed & the moon slept, tar looking lovely tonight as she softly observed. Whose souls danced so lovingly around her cloak? Whose souls sought her guidance to beyond? Azure jellyfish danced around her figure & disappeared every time she took a look at one--
--“You know, that could’ve killed me.”
It hit with a tang on Soul’s red blade. She picked it up & spun it to rest like a pencil in her grip. How pretty. Horse’s hair glistened as he finished his single-note solo--it played like a harp, it rang like the sound in your ears in the morning. Spin & reset. Peridot-soft eyes blinked softly at him--badum-pump, adrenaline racing. But even if he did fire off another one, she wouldn’t let it kill her. Adrenaline rushing--it was a danger zone, landmine, toxic past--toxic face. Chill. White ripples rang louder. Jellyfish bounced in & out of her cloak, between her legs, between her arms, next to her gloved fingertips that scraped shingles off the awning she sat on. Whimsically. Clay pebbles danced off the roof and fell to the ground. Twintails twirled in the breeze, bangs curled in the wind. She took a breath and chided, “You don’t wanna waste those. A quiver of them and I can pay rent for two months.”
She tossed Soul over her shoulders again, stretching her neck before staring back--heart racing, ba-dump thump. “You’ve got a gross stain on your kimono. Above your butt.”
