I absolutely love Melodia Even though I've already written a story about her, I feel it was more Marno-centric. Can't get enough of Malpercio.
Perhaps I'll do a Kalas fic…
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Dolls
Melodia liked to play with dolls.
She had since she was little. She enjoyed doing it before she lost both her parents, and she enjoyed it even more after becoming the Emperor's favorite playmate.
Sometimes she liked to hit them. Drop them to the floor, or slam cloth heads into walls or tables. She always hit them like this is her anger-driven, less creative moments. In her element, she was capable of coming up with much more inventive ways of play.
Sometimes she burned them. Depending on her mood, she'd hold them over a candle or light them in several different places, watching the cloth blacken and char and curl in on itself. Watched the button eyes melt and stain the thin material of the fabric that made up the face.
Sometimes she gives names. Because she loves and despises them she gives them long-forgotten names. Seph, Pieda, Thoran, Ven. She loves her dollies.
Sometimes she twisted them. Twisted the heads around until the fabric reached its limits and tore, and the head bounced to the ground. Then she kicked them across the room. Twisted the arms until the fabric was hopelessly stretched thin and limp. Then she tore them off.
Her Grandfather never said anything and continues to buy her dolls.
Nobody wanted to be around Melodia when she plays. Not even Geldoblame, who held Melodia in a state of total reverence. Because everyone's afraid that Melodia will start playing with them like she did the dolls. Because Melodia is certainly cruel enough, certainly crazy enough to treat them as dolls.
And what is Kalas but a big, lonely, gloomy doll?