your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita wouldn’t be informing the Ancient of any of her preferences, thank you very much, and her attention was caught by watching the man sputtering. She quietly sipped the last of her alcohol, amused behind the glass, and even more so as the embarrassment seemed to hover around the stranger, and then Thal added fuel to the fire, literally and figuratively. you are from another time
He seemed to be making a hasty retreat now after his drink ignited, saving multitudes of others from his predilections, and so her attention meandered back to Thalassa, a brow quirking. “Pretty well, usually,” she offered in response with a proud smirk; having been in battles during the war, mauled multitudes of monsters and morons alike…only to be felled by fucking lightning (yes, still bitter). Had she not demi-ied right before the tournament, it would’ve been a different story, but she’d be able to return to full accord at some point. “Why? You have any skills?” Besides the flames; she supposed there was some shift in there too.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
