your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
The Honeybee had every right to fear an element that had decimated her – this doofus was just dumb. And though she could briefly wonder if everyone else had felt the same way about her multiple times, she wasn’t about to give someone she didn’t know any satisfaction of self-awareness. Instead, she rolled her eyes, continuing to distance herself from the crackling lightning. “Yeah, doing a stellar job of it,” Melita huffed, deliberately sarcastic, immediately wiggling out of the youth’s grasp. She ignored the jolts of pettiness beginning to flow through her, racing along veins and threatening to explode. It’d be so easy to punch the girl right in the face.you are from another time
Maybe this was maturity. Maybe it was just the stranger’s dumb luck.
Though she narrowed her eyes, issuing a warning once more that apparently the fire hadn’t done enough of. The smuggler knew what it was like to be bold and audacious. Impeccably stupid. One could argue she’d never gotten out of that temperament. But this girl seemed to be in the life stage of ‘fuck around and find out’. She glared, a dangerous omen, ensuing one last, final notice. “Fuck off.”
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
