Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
The description he gave wasn’t appealing, and her face went into a residual cringe. The fact that he’d seen Ru with too many eyes or teeth, some other eldritch beacon or quality was alarming – but the possibility of coming upon it almost anywhere made her sit back in her chair, the legs coming down onto the floor again with a thud. “That sucks.” The whole situation – her nose wrinkling in the uncertainty of it all. “So are you just going to…try and avoid all of them?”
Which was probably the best for most, but alas, we already know Melita’s next course of action.
Pondering over these circumstances, and probably far way longer than necessary, she dragged her bag back across the table, beginning to open it. “Well, maybe my gifts will make you feel better.” But he shouldn’t count on it.
Which was probably the best for most, but alas, we already know Melita’s next course of action.
Pondering over these circumstances, and probably far way longer than necessary, she dragged her bag back across the table, beginning to open it. “Well, maybe my gifts will make you feel better.” But he shouldn’t count on it.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
