your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
See – that was just it. Sometimes the nonsense was just as potent and dangerous – and truly, when and where Melita was concerned, it could end up being just that. “You get it,” she pointed towards the Ancient with her pinky finger, sipping down more of her drink. After all, she’d already terrorized Sah and Koa with the ducks, plus that poor Hawthornwhatsit with simply a mask and a shitty plan. you are from another time
Presuming notions of pirating and smuggling would coincide together would be a blasphemous thing to say around here – mostly because Jack hated pirates. Snickering, her eyes lifted up to the ceiling, and then she watched a few more bar frequenters meander back and forth. “Eh. Mostly on Jack’s whims rather than any wind.” Especially since the Ark could fuckin fly. “I’ll warn you that he detests your lot.”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
