melita
Her mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water, before her eyes sharpened upon the scarf, using it as a distraction. “Yeah, but, communication isn’t a bad thing -,” as if perhaps he might be leaning upon the Attuned bond as a crutch, uncertain in that whole regard. Maybe she was too blunt and too bold, but Melita always spoke her mind, and it wasn’t difficult to tell where she stood with another.
Then there was Nate, and time, and things in place that had once been, shattered the next. If they’d already overcome those nuances, to which the Honeybee could remember and recall vast quantities and qualities of rage, the hurdle might’ve already been launched over. And she knew Ru – how easily she’d be swept away in it too, and there was the wondering if it’d be a mistake or something they were always heading for, time and time again.
It wasn’t about Nate though, not really, not anymore. Unless he lurked so vividly in the back of Sunjata’s mind and that was all consuming still. “I just don’t want either of you rushing into all of it again,” she managed to muster, fingers clutching at the fabric before pulling it off the shelf and staring at another crimson one nearby. “But if you both think you’re ready, then you’d know best.” Eventually her eyes lifted, head tilting. “Have you already talked about it with her?”
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