Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“Wouldn’t that be a delight,” Melita murmured, though the Cheshire grin to follow ensured she meant what she said. A sight to see, at least, of the hurling mass crashing into the Starfall expanse below – maybe wiping all the crystal nonsense right out of there. Or further into the ocean. She wasn’t picky. “I don’t know how they got it up here in the first place though.” Probably some primordial bullshit from leagues and ages ago – and she figured the power that currently sat upon the throne weren’t going to be bothered with all the finer details and points. Nor finding a particular trigger.
Shuffling her foot on the cobblestones for some semblance of movement in all her restless nature, the lack of information wasn’t entirely surprising. The Family seemed to work in all those furtive manners, while still knowing everything about them (which, quite frankly, pissed her off). As for what his ‘attention’ meant, her eyes narrowed again. “Mm. But doing anything outright earns you recognition.” And while Danta might have enjoyed attention, she wasn't certain he'd like the Family's version.
Shuffling her foot on the cobblestones for some semblance of movement in all her restless nature, the lack of information wasn’t entirely surprising. The Family seemed to work in all those furtive manners, while still knowing everything about them (which, quite frankly, pissed her off). As for what his ‘attention’ meant, her eyes narrowed again. “Mm. But doing anything outright earns you recognition.” And while Danta might have enjoyed attention, she wasn't certain he'd like the Family's version.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
