Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Melita probably should’ve seen that whole ‘Spire was a weapon’ thing coming; but she couldn’t help sparking a bit of a laugh at the revelation. And here she’d been, shooting at it. Ah well. She grinned instead, quite content in imagining the big ol’ black dick parsing through trees and valleys and punching Starfall with some power. Firing off a load, if you will. “You should have a watch party for when it all goes down.” And invite the Honeybee, please.
That she’d be recognized for the ducks instigated another snort, though she bothered to muffle this one. “Thank you for the encouragement.” As for getting out of dodge, she wondered if they’d been wearing out their welcome too – at least, the restlessness was beginning to muddle around her limbs. “Agreed. See you around. Good luck shooting!” Then she winked, disappearing into the evening array.
[FIN]
That she’d be recognized for the ducks instigated another snort, though she bothered to muffle this one. “Thank you for the encouragement.” As for getting out of dodge, she wondered if they’d been wearing out their welcome too – at least, the restlessness was beginning to muddle around her limbs. “Agreed. See you around. Good luck shooting!” Then she winked, disappearing into the evening array.
[FIN]
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
