MELITA
Melita’s features became a reflection of Flora’s own – she had been in enough shitshows to understand the particular nuances of nonsense, danger, and potential death. She was also petty enough to think it slightly amusing that both Noah and Sah had been roughened up a bit. “No one died though?” And it was good information to have, should any of them embark into other stretches of Void upheaval. Stretching her limbs and still glancing over the Falling’s aspects, she snickered. ‘I do,” on a promise; Koa had been buried in ducks once before, and then they had plans to meet and do some demolishing for no other reason. But without all the other nuances about that certain Dragoon, she shrugged, until the whole Jack thing came along.
She grimaced and groaned and made some faces even toddlers might be appreciative of. Beyond the gross and why would you want to, the closeness between the pair hadn’t gone unnoticed. Even if Melita was away for days at a time doing Melita-shit, her and the fellow Ark members gossiped frequently. “Huh,” was all about she could summon in some polite accord. “So why here today?”
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
