red string waltz ; faemous, day 5
Jul 22, 2023 22:50:10 GMT -5
Post by calla on Jul 22, 2023 22:50:10 GMT -5
Finding Larissa again, all things considered, is easier than Perry expected.
There can't be that many of them left at this point, and it probably helps that as all the other alliances are scattered and scrambling, Perry and Bellamy move as a pair. They easily cross the area; spear out and bowstring nocked, sun and moon incarnate, burning through the grass and through the air and through whatever remains in their path.
It's a clear enough message. Their ties are still strong, and Perry turns more and more possessive with every crack in the distance. The harsh grip of her claws against Bellamy's skin turns grounding. No-one else fucks with them.
And Larissa, with her angelic behemoth of a gryphon, is something like a beacon. She's still got that glow to her that has nothing to do with the arena. It's the specific type of aura that terrible people like Perry either want to snuff out or keep selfishly in a jar, to put on a shelf and look at whenever they want.
But all things considered, Perry is glad to see her alright. Even gladder to see her alive. She'd ended up dissing her earliest thought of betrayal just as quickly as it came.
Her Bellamy - doing something like that?
Unthinkable. Unfathomable. They're wrapped around each other too closely for that. Perry's grip on his neck and his wrist and his hair is too tight.
Still, the relief that comes from actually seeing Larissa alive and well doesn't do much to dull that lingering sense of rage that's decided to find a home beneath Perry's skin. There's something dark there, setting of her temper as easy as flipping a switch. She's still pissed off about their separation, just as she's still pissed off about the pixies; about Thomas; about Jayson.
See, if Larissa was the first one to decide and up and split, well, then Perry might have a few choice words about that. She doesn't take kindly to being left. Period.
If the way the light hits Larissa turns her molten for just a moment, and if Perry's mouth goes dry at the sight, then that's her own problem.
If she keeps her fist tight around her spear, then that's her own problem too.
"Hey Princess." Perry calls before she can back out, melting away from the shadows with faithful Bellamy at her elbow, "Miss us?"
