I do not know why I wrote this little fanfic, just my fantasy:
Skelita always smiled. Ginafire always was surprised by this, constantly asked questions and received only mysterious smiles in return. Gina's incredibly long hair was woven with marigold flowers - bright, sunny-red, like many small suns, one of which Ginafair left in her native China.
While in her life there was not one more - hazel-eyed, happy, cheerful, who came from a distant warm Mexico.
Skelita always dressed very strangely. She adored colorful, gorgeous outfits that could turn her head into a multitude of patterns and colors. And all her dances were given with the same frenzied energy, the same dynamics and the same fire; Gina gently hugged her friend by the shoulders and pressed her to her, as if afraid that she was about to burn. Skelita laughed loudly and with curiosity she fingered Gina's golden scales, which gleamed in the dim light of the lamps.
Even though Gina never admitted this, she was always crazy about the touch of a skeleton girl.
Next to Skelita, Ginafire felt special. When Calaveras enthusiastically asked her about swords, daggers and blades, when she quietly watched how Gina carefully displays hieroglyphs on the scrolls, when she was enthusiastically telling about her country, her cheerful holidays and carefree life. Ginafire was very fond of listening to her friend, she thought that next to Skelita time flies like an arrow, leaving behind only a feeling of love and insane happiness.
Touching Skelita - just touch Death itself.
Kissing Ginafire is like kissing a fire.