Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Maybe it was the camaraderie built between hunting for ducks, bullying his citizens, and the general platitude for chaos, but Melita didn’t mind the Ancient either. She gave a slight smirk at his own idea, for wouldn’t that be an ideal arrangement…though if they sent it plummeting to the ground, then what? “I think I’d much prefer to blow up their home turf,” and she jerked her head in the general direction of Starfall, well below. “Eh, wandering just to be defiant,” she added with a shrug; a normal happenstance.
The news though caused her brows to furrow, altering her eyes to look at him, rather than the peaks and steeples. Her voice lowered to a whisper as well, the nosiness kicking in. “Do you know who it was?” She only knew so many – but crimes were crimes. His ‘scoping’ out drew an arch along one brow, but she hesitated to ask why. “Do you think there’s…,” she paused, nose wrinkling as she gave actual thought to what she was about to spew. “Anything you can do about it?” Or were they all just as fucking powerless to the marks of the Family?
The news though caused her brows to furrow, altering her eyes to look at him, rather than the peaks and steeples. Her voice lowered to a whisper as well, the nosiness kicking in. “Do you know who it was?” She only knew so many – but crimes were crimes. His ‘scoping’ out drew an arch along one brow, but she hesitated to ask why. “Do you think there’s…,” she paused, nose wrinkling as she gave actual thought to what she was about to spew. “Anything you can do about it?” Or were they all just as fucking powerless to the marks of the Family?
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
