your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Oh, Melita couldn’t give a fuck about anyone’s posturing, let’s be real. She had enough power and sedition on her side to truly believe she had a ‘get out of jail’ free card permit from Ludo, friends in high places, and enough persistence in violence to get most things done accordingly. Even after sudden death and all that. Thal’s prior situation had almost made her laugh, snorting away all the bullheaded pretenses from the Ancient, and going about as she always had. you are from another time
Which led to now, as she drew something off to the side, giggled at it, and then crossed it out thereafter, deciding it wasn’t going to be a worthwhile prank. Still funny though. “Ought to,” she remarked with a wrinkle of her nose, perhaps a modest attempt at being friendly and cordial. “Lot of work put into it.” She winked for good measure. “You still stickin’ around here?”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
