417 words tags Leparo and Melissa | What a nice change of weather, thought the female. Small drops of snow would begin to dance within the sky, slowly flowing through the air without a care. Each unique due to their individuality. Twenty year old Melissa Devaroux had appeared within the Briss Kingdom a few days ago with her "captain" Leparo Donquixote, the two having had a unique relationship due to the intertwining and opposite personas, yet the charisma and in some cases, within the mind of Melissa, idiocy of the captain had begun to wear her down, slowly over the year they had travelled together Melissa had grown less cold towards the male, less hostile in her movements and speech, some may even say she had begun to act some what cheeky when speaking to the present company yet she herself failed to accept this. True it may be she wanted to believe her skills at maintaining her persona were acceptable. It had been slightly over a year since the two had found one another, a strange circumstance due to the fact the meeting took place in a bank. A bank that both parties so happened to have robbed. Fate had played its hand and though Melissa was obviously the more talented thief of the party, the uniqueness of this man had created a curiosity, the word feelings may have been thrown around in drunken passing though her persona was still crackling she had refused a full statement of how she really felt, the answer? An outburst that soon would come would reveal all in time. Walking within the snow, the rather petite female in her red top, black knee high stockings and short mini skirt would shiver. She had not dressed appropriatly for such weather, yet even cold she was warmer than she had been within years. A sappy story perhaps, but the lady known as Melissa of the Elegant Fist was first and foremost a girl, no matter how she tried she could not contain all feelings, whether about a person or simply about the weather. Surely the male would have seen it too? The change in her cold, straight forward persona had become one of slight warmth and more well i suppose easier to talk too, nicer to talk too perhaps? As they made their way to the tavern that they had spotted a day ago, she would smile towards the man. Her arms crossed to keep her warm. "The snow is beautiful" she would say in a soft hushed voice. . |
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