#LETTA. / v. path to nowhere

[moonsmourning]

@starspurn: “would you like to learn this dance?” with a swan’s delicate grace, hamel demonstrates a series of movements for letta. the young one is a sweet girl, one whose very nature reminds the dancer of long-forgotten sisterly emotion. a smile settles upon customarily blank features as she offers, “we could perform it together. there does not need to be an audience. what do you think?”

they were both quite strange in their own ways, letta had noticed as much. she's spent enough time in the background, being the ghost of the mbcc to observe people, to figure them out. letta was always a people watcher, she enjoyed watching people while under the cover of the fog. but with hamel, the woman always seemed as though she were in her own little world, only dipping her toes in reality when it suited her. the young girl envied her for that, letta often dreamed of going far away sometimes, even if only in her mind. to explore all that was offered, yet she had picked confinement. it wasn't too bad, the chief of the mbcc was understanding and pleasant. as were most of the sinners, she'd even managed to befriend some of the more dangerous ones, or seemingly 'dangerous' ones. letta was graded 'A-RANK', which put her above a good fraction of the adult sinners. but there were sinners, mostly adults, who were graded 'S-RANK', and they were described to be the most dangerous. hamel was graded that rank, yet letta felt nothing but peace and tranquillity when in the woman's presence. in fact, she felt nothing but safe when with her.

so, when the elder woman proposes they share a dance together, the child is up and on her feet without a moment's notice, her lantern being carefully set down on a table, still in her line of sight.

❝ oh, yes, please! ❞ bare feet line up with one another, the young girl taking a moment to get her stance perfect and then moving onto her arm placements. patiently, she waits until the dancer begins. there's a few-second delay from letta's end as she stops to watch hamel's next movement and then she tries her best to replicate it. of course, she's not exact in her movements, there are a few stumbles and mistakes along the way but she doesn't let that stop her. when the last move is shown letta stops and takes a moment to recall all of the steps she had been shown. ❝ i think i can do it! ❞ skipping to stand in front of the elder woman now, letta gets back in position and proceeds to move her body in the way hamel had shown her seconds ago. her body doesn't move as gracefully as the other's. still, she tries her best, and finishes the dance with a little spin on her heel, throwing her hands in the air. ❝ ta-dah! ❞

[soulsballad]

( sc. )

she's sitting up on one of the lowrise walls out in the yard, swinging her little legs back and forth until her heel scraps against the bricks. she's sulking, she's sad - which was obvious given her tiny little pout and the fact she wasn't racing around with her usual bouts of heartwarming energy. in the corner of her eye, she sees @deathfavor approach, and sees the black serpent slither by her side. quickly, she shifts her attention to the side, pursing her lips softly. ❝ sorry, serpent... i don't think i'm up for playing any games today. ❞

[soulsballad]

@deathfavor: " A little snake told me today's your birthday! " Serpent gives a cheerful smile towards Letta. " Happy birthday! " Birthdays were important, they were supposed to be days even more full of happiness than usual days. " Is there anything you want to do? " ( we had to wish her a happy birthday! )

birthdays were celebrated in her home! she did get toys and gifts bought for her, and she did get to blow the candles out and get a slice of cake, but the minute the party was over she was back in her room with her books, studying. it was a fleeting high that letta had learned to not enjoy so much, considering she knew it would end too soon. what was the point in buying her new toys when she wouldn't get to play with them? it was a question she often wondered when she unwrapped new toys on her birthday. this year, however, she's in the mbcc, and doesn't think anyone would even know. she isn't even sure the chief would know or care, and certainly none of the other sinners. so, naturally, she's in a rather gloomy mood.

that is until she's approached by serpent, her all-time favourite person ( aside from oliver, of course, ) in the mbcc! excitement floods her veins when it's confirmed that her birthday was known, people did know! even if it was only serpent! when she's wished a happy birthday, the girl's expression goes from gloomy to absolutely delighted. a large smile coils onto her lips, her eyes crinkling as she bounces on the balls of her feet, clapping her hands together. " thank you! thank you! i didn't think anyone would know! "

at her question, the blue-haired teen grows quiet, having truthfully not expected the woman to want to spend time with her. just her wishing her a happy birthday was enough, but now letta feels her little body fill with gratitude, and she can't help but leap forward and wrap her arms around the taller woman's middle. " can you... can you do my makeup? oh- and can i play with vesper? oh- we can put on a show! can we!? "

[soulsballad]

tag drop; path to nowhere. ( p. 4 )

[moonsmourning]

she did want to talk about it. in fact, she wanted to recruit a bunch of other sinners to help her beat levy up! but that wasn't a very good idea, harming others wasn't something letta thought to ever do. she wasn't a violent person. her pout slowly falls as she thinks it over before allowing herself to answer. ❝ levy, that ugly endura sinner with the ugly belt with his ugly name on it? he was mean to me today, ❞ letta explains, not even swayed to laugh by her description of him. her hands fumble together, fingers fidgeting as she glances over to vesper, deciding to focus on the beautiful reptile as she explains further. ❝ he called me creepy... ❞ which, she understands, she's someone who can phase through walls at will. but it was the way he made a big deal out of it and the looks he cast her. in truth, it hurt her heart in the moment, and it has hurt ever since. ❝ i don't think he likes me very much. he kept making faces at me. chameleon told him to stop, but... ❞ it didn't change the fact he hurt her feelings.

Sadness hangs in the air, and Serpent is the least likely of all to turn a bling eye towards the source. It doesn't take her long to find the young sinner. It's strange to see Letta of all people seem sad, something she can't say she's ever witnessed until now. Vesper lifts her head towards the young sinner, flicking out her tongue while light makes her iridescent scales shimmer. Serpent leans against the lowrise wall quietly. She doesn't like to see anyone sad, but least of all this young girl. " We don't have to play. " She assures her, voice soft and sweet and gentle. Everything she thinks that someone might wish to hear. " Did something happy? If you want to talk about it, I'm happy to listen. "