Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
“Oh, I’m ready,” she offered, knocking back another shot. How many had she had now? Did it matter? No – probably not. A raging hangover would already commence in the morning, and she was too forgone now to give a single shit about it. Her quip about leadership caused a smirk to twitch over her lips, as if saddled and ready to place the blame on the shitty Grounds on him. Which wasn’t true, not really, and she knew that, because that place had been horrific from the beginning, but gods, it was infuriating in a way, to see how many took on titles and then just left them behind. “Yeah, I remember the relic,” she sneered towards the glass.
She’d been there, after all, swimming about as Remi and Ronin and Darkeye and Sunjata all measured how big their dicks were. Moments of desperation, probably, given everything right before the war; the Ascendeds’ lives on the line, and barely anything for them to snag. Once upon a time, Wessex and Nate would’ve been exactly enough to combat any force of nature.
Her eyes flickered to the ground, feeling bile churn in her gut. Placing the glass down on the closest barrel, she heaved a great sigh, landed a snicker in there somewhere. “No great ambitions to make it something again?”
She’d been there, after all, swimming about as Remi and Ronin and Darkeye and Sunjata all measured how big their dicks were. Moments of desperation, probably, given everything right before the war; the Ascendeds’ lives on the line, and barely anything for them to snag. Once upon a time, Wessex and Nate would’ve been exactly enough to combat any force of nature.
Her eyes flickered to the ground, feeling bile churn in her gut. Placing the glass down on the closest barrel, she heaved a great sigh, landed a snicker in there somewhere. “No great ambitions to make it something again?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
