I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
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.
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
I'm innocent
