Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“I suppose,” Melita offered instead, with a light wrinkle to her nose. A family dinner sounded far more delightful and encompassing, maybe even with Ru involved, than other culminations brimming over the horizon. But it was a good ending to the day – to find he’d been healed, well and done with the void (at least with these circumstances), and her gifts had done exactly what was necessary. Then they could tend to research or explore the rest of the compelling Greatwood area – well before the rest of the inevitable unfurled, and a very different situation would soon be upon them.
[FIN]
[FIN]
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me







