Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Oh, Jack wouldn’t want to get on the aging side of things – she’d be pointing at Flora again real quick. As for lessons taught, perhaps it would all surmise and suffice until the next ridiculous shitshow, of which Melita had no intention of participating in (unless it was one of her own making – you get the picture).
As for whether or not she wanted to mend anything, she made a face and downed the rest of her liquor. “I’ll think about it.” Which was all she’d grant for now – it’d take a fine amount of mulling over, and probably more alcohol, before she’d readily admit to much more. “Thanks for the heads-up.” She supposed.
Then, at the very least, they could go back to ringing in the next season or a long threshold of endless evenings.
[FIN]
As for whether or not she wanted to mend anything, she made a face and downed the rest of her liquor. “I’ll think about it.” Which was all she’d grant for now – it’d take a fine amount of mulling over, and probably more alcohol, before she’d readily admit to much more. “Thanks for the heads-up.” She supposed.
Then, at the very least, they could go back to ringing in the next season or a long threshold of endless evenings.
[FIN]
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
