Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“I did,” she ventured, nose wrinkling. “When we were all relic hunting before the war. The fucking cliffs came alive,” and she gestured broadly towards wherever those would’ve been, in the spirit of Caido bullshit. Still, it hadn’t helped in knowing any particular triggers to send the island fucking rocketing up to the clouds.
Her eyes flicked back to the Temple itself as the wind seemed to do its best to emanate a god damned scream – deciding she didn’t want to go in there after all. “Sneaky isn’t much in my forte,” came along a whisper and a shrug; he would’ve heard her name spewed across the broadcasts too. “But I can try.” For her own admissions, she figured they just needed some flowers to get back into position – let the bigger guns work their way through the isle. “Did you have something in mind?”
Her eyes flicked back to the Temple itself as the wind seemed to do its best to emanate a god damned scream – deciding she didn’t want to go in there after all. “Sneaky isn’t much in my forte,” came along a whisper and a shrug; he would’ve heard her name spewed across the broadcasts too. “But I can try.” For her own admissions, she figured they just needed some flowers to get back into position – let the bigger guns work their way through the isle. “Did you have something in mind?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
