Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
LongNight, for a great while, had been one of those things Melita didn’t have to think about much any longer. Torchline was safe in those capacities. People drank, set fires on the beach, and carried on with their nonsense as if nothing was altered. This round carried a far greater expanse than she’d thought possible, since vacating the Grounds, and though she didn’t know the younger woman well – she was close to the family.
So off the demigod went, taking her part and point amongst the crowd. The somber affair and winds had her drawing her hood upwards, angling towards her uncle as he came in to pay his respects too. Drawing up alongside, she simply sighed, but said nothing – eyes pinpointed between Remi and Ronin and the small, covered figure.
So off the demigod went, taking her part and point amongst the crowd. The somber affair and winds had her drawing her hood upwards, angling towards her uncle as he came in to pay his respects too. Drawing up alongside, she simply sighed, but said nothing – eyes pinpointed between Remi and Ronin and the small, covered figure.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
