Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She clenched her jaw, feeling the rise and fall of infernal aggravation pulsing and pervading through her veins. The anger was white-hot, piercing just behind her eyes, evolving from all the multitudes they’d experienced over the years. Impulsivity, audacity, and boldness came easy to her – far more so than anything pragmatic, plausible, or patient, and she nearly couldn’t believe the way he painted the impetuous agency – like he hadn’t done the same reckless, foolhardy shit. “I didn’t mean for anyone to go get themselves killed. They just kept launching at the gods damned thing - ,” and then she ceased, because it sounded like victim blaming, even though she’d been shouting at them repeatedly to stop doing dumb shit. “I could’ve done it on my own,” she added mulishly, as if that somehow made the actions better.
She folded her arms across her chest, still leaning forward and watching the flames, not daring to look his way. “If we all just fucking sit around, they take over too. Look at what they did to the Wilds. I’m sick of them being bullying dicks.” Eventually, she turned her gilded and haughty gaze back to her uncle. “What’s the game plan then? Hope and pray we find some fucking flowers? Stare at Starfall? Let them do whatever they please?”
The news about Remi and Ronin had her mouth snapping shut. Flora and Jack’s mutual deaths had clearly cost more than just their lives and resurgence – they’d lost some of the most powerful of their world.
She folded her arms across her chest, still leaning forward and watching the flames, not daring to look his way. “If we all just fucking sit around, they take over too. Look at what they did to the Wilds. I’m sick of them being bullying dicks.” Eventually, she turned her gilded and haughty gaze back to her uncle. “What’s the game plan then? Hope and pray we find some fucking flowers? Stare at Starfall? Let them do whatever they please?”
The news about Remi and Ronin had her mouth snapping shut. Flora and Jack’s mutual deaths had clearly cost more than just their lives and resurgence – they’d lost some of the most powerful of their world.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
