Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Melita, of course, had never embodied the quiet of the night.
Wild, loud, and raucous, her current vendetta was against a multitude of cloud wyrms parading over the scenery. It probably would’ve been peaceful, to watch them skim over the horizon and through a canvas of stars –
Had the Honeybee not been anywhere nearby.
“Absolute shits,” she howled, racing across the sea and along the waves, not far from Zavien, thanks to her Fae anklet. We can all pretend she didn’t punch herself in the arm as she chased after the flying beasts, closely followed by Sila, and Fangorn on the sand. She gave him a very brief glance, with a wave, before starting to unfurl another round of her wild magic. “Hey.” If there was any question on what he was doing, it wasn’t voiced; hopefully he wouldn’t do the same to her.
Wild, loud, and raucous, her current vendetta was against a multitude of cloud wyrms parading over the scenery. It probably would’ve been peaceful, to watch them skim over the horizon and through a canvas of stars –
Had the Honeybee not been anywhere nearby.
“Absolute shits,” she howled, racing across the sea and along the waves, not far from Zavien, thanks to her Fae anklet. We can all pretend she didn’t punch herself in the arm as she chased after the flying beasts, closely followed by Sila, and Fangorn on the sand. She gave him a very brief glance, with a wave, before starting to unfurl another round of her wild magic. “Hey.” If there was any question on what he was doing, it wasn’t voiced; hopefully he wouldn’t do the same to her.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
