And you could like salamanders and cherry cake tomorrow.
( equally (frustratingly) dismissive, on alina's end. i am not fickle, paul had told her, once, and maybe she's begun to believe it — that he's steadfast and deliberate in his choices, and not as fair-weathered as a bird, flying wherever the wind takes it. alia is another matter altogether. alina thinks of her mucking through pond fronds, scooping up wet, wriggling worms between her squishy fingers with delight, like a child exploring a new world. a desert girl plucked from the dunes and given free rein to splash and swim and soar in the skies, everything fresh and exciting in its novelty.
it feels like a given that alina will lose her shiny newness eventually, even if it fills her with soft warmth to hear alia call her a favorite. for now, at least. half of her face pops into view, from temple to chin, a hand propped up beneath it — amused, still, despite her pushback. the corner of her mouth perks up, quietly teasing. )
Alia. It's the dragon who steals away the maiden to become their bride in those stories. The knight is meant to slay the dragon and rescue her from her lonely tower. ( laughable, to think of paul chasing down alia, and — not entirely out of the realm of possibility, now that she's imagining it. imagining them, sword-fighting with sticks, playing their game of make-believe. so, to pull on alia's metaphorical pigtails: ) Unless you're admitting Paul could outwit you?
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( equally (frustratingly) dismissive, on alina's end. i am not fickle, paul had told her, once, and maybe she's begun to believe it — that he's steadfast and deliberate in his choices, and not as fair-weathered as a bird, flying wherever the wind takes it. alia is another matter altogether. alina thinks of her mucking through pond fronds, scooping up wet, wriggling worms between her squishy fingers with delight, like a child exploring a new world. a desert girl plucked from the dunes and given free rein to splash and swim and soar in the skies, everything fresh and exciting in its novelty.
it feels like a given that alina will lose her shiny newness eventually, even if it fills her with soft warmth to hear alia call her a favorite. for now, at least. half of her face pops into view, from temple to chin, a hand propped up beneath it — amused, still, despite her pushback. the corner of her mouth perks up, quietly teasing. )
Alia. It's the dragon who steals away the maiden to become their bride in those stories. The knight is meant to slay the dragon and rescue her from her lonely tower. ( laughable, to think of paul chasing down alia, and — not entirely out of the realm of possibility, now that she's imagining it. imagining them, sword-fighting with sticks, playing their game of make-believe. so, to pull on alia's metaphorical pigtails: ) Unless you're admitting Paul could outwit you?