Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Melita shouldn’t have been in Stormbreak – not at all, really. But it was difficult to parse through the particulars of her boldness; to show she didn’t give a single fuck about the Family, to not wanting to become a single target to bludgeon. And while she’d certainly told Sunjata she’d keep her head down, some aspects of her personality simply couldn’t fade away from the world.
She did keep her hood up throughout the long, winding streets though, and companions at her side. Figuring if someone recognized her and started shit, she could either fade into her invisibility or just shoot them, she carried the rest of her armory over her shoulder in a bag; schooner docked not terribly far away.
The Honeybee didn’t expect to come towards the massive Temple, nor the slightly-familiar outline of the Grounds’ leader, but circumstances were what they were. Her eyes widened slightly, but then she returned them back to their normal state, striving to appear aloof and indifferent amidst a city she’d already formerly terrorized. “Oh, hey,” she said off-handedly, stopping to stare at the huge ass peaks and gothic architecture some distance away – imposing and massive, clearly trying to say something from the days of old. “What brings you out here?”
She did keep her hood up throughout the long, winding streets though, and companions at her side. Figuring if someone recognized her and started shit, she could either fade into her invisibility or just shoot them, she carried the rest of her armory over her shoulder in a bag; schooner docked not terribly far away.
The Honeybee didn’t expect to come towards the massive Temple, nor the slightly-familiar outline of the Grounds’ leader, but circumstances were what they were. Her eyes widened slightly, but then she returned them back to their normal state, striving to appear aloof and indifferent amidst a city she’d already formerly terrorized. “Oh, hey,” she said off-handedly, stopping to stare at the huge ass peaks and gothic architecture some distance away – imposing and massive, clearly trying to say something from the days of old. “What brings you out here?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
