— ❝ oh shit , melody – ❞
he stumbles,
almost tripping over his own feet at the unexpected movement.
his voice falls into a strangled noise of protest
as he’s pulled out onto the floor
he’d so carefully been avoiding.
how could such a tiny girl be so strong?
strong enough to drag him
to his pop-playlisted doom.
— desperate attempts to tear himself away from the
oddly powerful
convinced-she’s-a-mermaid girl
proved futile,
but she could not force him to move along to the music
like the other mess of campers attempted to.
❝ melody , let me go . ❞
— he does his best
to be firm in his tone,
to regain his freedom to hover in the shadows and
just watch the fools tripping over their own feet
( the idea of asking them to ever do choreography
had been absolutely lost at the sight of it all. )
but he knew,
however much he hated to admit it,
chances were slim.
❝ i’m only going to take up space people could be using
to flail their limbs around ! ❞
melody nearly cackles at preston’s protests, tiny grip
around his wrists tightening firm --
making sure that no matter how he wriggles,
he has no choice of actually escaping.
it’s a lot easier holding a twink than holding a squirmy fish, actually.
“ don’t be such a guppy. “ eyes rolling as she let’s her body
move in time with the music again. ( she can’t force him to dance
with her, but she can mime his arms with hers as she flails herself
around, and that’s a solid starting place. )
“ then maybe you should start flailing too, huh ?
i don’t think anyone minds. “
and -- that’s it. what she was working for.
the other campers snickering and laughing
the same way he had been. the few on the
sidelines the worst, though the one with the eyepatch
looked near ready to rip melody’s hair out.
at least, until the red headed leader got her attention
again. then, she was mooning and
leaving her friend to the wolves.
or, in this case, the fishes.
“ you’ve always been such a stick in the sand. “