[se] wilder than this

I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities

Melita’s version of decorations had been anything shiny. Flashing lights she’d acquired from the markets, all different colors. Gilded layers of fabric and ribbon. Things that looked like fire. Enticing and tempting, as if she were a dragon hoarding golden filaments.

Which, probably wasn’t ever really far off.

“So, how’s shit going with you?” was a wonderful preamble as she balanced upon a ladder, steadily hanging garland with little dragons inlaid within the tassels. And probably some vampire gourds because she liked custom shit. Her eyes went to her uncle, a hint of anything occurring since the last time they spoke – like if he’d had conversations about engagements and marriage with Ru…or anything else going on.

All Mel had were pranks, wild magic, and plots of vengeance.

the honeybee

Besides that
I'm innocent

// now we are hanging out in the backyard //

“Oh, you know.” Sunjata rumbles with a soft little laugh, pulling up his bag of holding to produce a few additions to the décor, before stepping over to steady Mel’s ladder while she puts the garland up. “About the same.” He shrugs a little casually, nose wrinkling briefly before a realization dawns over him that he hadn’t told her the biggest thing to happen, all because she’d fucking died and been brought back and his entire focus was ensuring that she was okay.

She looks like she’s fine now, though, so the Flood peers up at her with surprisingly bright steel. “Saved the fucking day at the leader meeting in the Grounds, though. Did you hear about that?” His smile shifts a bit more playful and cocky – proud of himself over that entire ordeal, to the point that when he’d received the letter and Halovian trinkets from Deimos he’d been in the highest of spirits for days afterward.

the flood

// looking at a new point of view //