Que Sera Sera [Serelis x Seraphina]

sera keoch

Mm. I heard there was another Sera around. Don’t really know what I expected out of her, but I thought we’d share at least something in common. ‘Sera’ might mean princess, but then you have to remember that there are so many different types of royalty that you can be. Benevolent, kind, good with animals and young children; or bitter, morally grey and jaded. They are not the same; and we are not the same.

So what’s in a name? Evidently, not a lot, and yet people still love to get hung up on the idea that something as complex as an entire human being can be compressed into a single word.

“Hey, so you’re Sera too, huh?”

I sigh softly, like her question holds any importance in the grand scheme of everything. But yes, please state the obvious.

“I challenge you to a game of limbo!”

Girl. What.

Never in a million years would I have predicted those words coming out of her mouth. And more importantly, never in a million years would you catch me dead doing that. I shake my head immediately, entering damage control, trying to prevent either of us from embarrassing ourselves. “No, I–”

But she doesn’t hear me. Just works herself into a flurry of craftsmanship to fulfil her juvenile pipe dream of a way to pass time. It’s all very wholesome and sweet – and that’s exactly why it nauseates me so much.

I’m helpless to do anything other than watch her work until the pole is positioned just right and she whirls on me with a challenge: “How low can you go?”

Nope. Nope. I’m shutting this shit down right now.

“That’s cute. But I just remembered I’d prefer to be literally anywhere else but right here.” I roll my eyes to myself, gesturing at the makeshift limbo bar and offering a slight nod of approval as a consolation prize. “It’s neat. Have fun with that.”