Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
The notions and answers left her with more questions than anything else, and she folded her arms over her chest, as if this would safeguard something from tumbling out of her form. With no sentiments known towards Koa, she wrinkled her nose at first. “Have you warned him?”
As far as everything else, her breath unfurled in a long, slow breath, deflating her cheeks much like a poor imitation of a puffer fish. “Oh, for sure,” she rolled her eyes at the mention of ‘playing dumb’ being in his repertoire. “Okay, but still, even if she does get suspicious, how are you going to fight her?” If Remi couldn’t land a hit? Did her uncle have more maneuvers than the Lullaby, who’d been famed and renowned for his hard-hitting abilities? She’d seen them a multitude of them, from both individuals, in action, and her concern seemed to be bleeding out in more direct observations rather than overt worry. “And I have no idea – unless it’s to get something.” You she might have uttered, but only arched her brow pointedly in his direction.
As far as everything else, her breath unfurled in a long, slow breath, deflating her cheeks much like a poor imitation of a puffer fish. “Oh, for sure,” she rolled her eyes at the mention of ‘playing dumb’ being in his repertoire. “Okay, but still, even if she does get suspicious, how are you going to fight her?” If Remi couldn’t land a hit? Did her uncle have more maneuvers than the Lullaby, who’d been famed and renowned for his hard-hitting abilities? She’d seen them a multitude of them, from both individuals, in action, and her concern seemed to be bleeding out in more direct observations rather than overt worry. “And I have no idea – unless it’s to get something.” You she might have uttered, but only arched her brow pointedly in his direction.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
