melita
She’d tried to make the notions of thereafter somewhat normal. There was the mercurial aspects of the entire exchange, the weight of another realm, another world, far beyond her reach again, the semblances of things that could’ve been, and then the failure and rage. On any other day, Melita might not have gauged the world as so heavy, but the weight of it all pressed in on her shoulders, and she couldn’t help her mulish mood as they sauntered through the marketplace.
“So – do you think I should kill him in revenge?” She glanced at her uncle, half in jest, half not at all, aiming to see where his nuances had ended up after everything. Pretending like this had been a normal inquiry, and not something damning, she lifted her jawline and nose, peering out over the wares. She intended to shop for multitudes of gifts, especially for Ronin, who had saved her life, Remi, whose place she was now quasi-taking but not-really, and then family and friends.
salvation doesn't look like light
