Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
The combined motions of the canteen, the plate, the fallen eggs, and the dog gobbling it all away was more than she could take. In a flash, she was drawing her hand up over her mouth to try and hide, smother, the incoming bout of laughter, but it managed to burst away regardless. Never one for multitudes of self-control, the impulse quickly took over, and waves of calm, composure, and defiance veered away for amusements and indulgence; overly bright. "Fucking ridiculous,” she uttered, trying to quiet herself and eat the last of her toast and eggs. “Honestly.”
As for the other comments, she tried to rein it in again, taking a long breath and wiping a vacant tear of laughter out of the corner of her eye. “I mean, they’ve tried,” and she shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’ve listened.”
But then her brows furrowed at his next response, head tilting, trying to figure out what he meant before he parsed it further. That he wasn’t tossing his whole life away – that there were other figments and fragments still there, not buried or mired or tossed aside. “Well, good. What have you been working on lately?” Since they were playing catch-up of sorts. His last statement though hastened along – bridging some primordial bitterness lodged in her ribs. “You’re the one that took off, not me. I never had any issue being around you.” Melancholic and brooding or not. Which might've been her way of saying she'd linger as long as he was willing - but in her own caustic mannerisms.
As for the other comments, she tried to rein it in again, taking a long breath and wiping a vacant tear of laughter out of the corner of her eye. “I mean, they’ve tried,” and she shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’ve listened.”
But then her brows furrowed at his next response, head tilting, trying to figure out what he meant before he parsed it further. That he wasn’t tossing his whole life away – that there were other figments and fragments still there, not buried or mired or tossed aside. “Well, good. What have you been working on lately?” Since they were playing catch-up of sorts. His last statement though hastened along – bridging some primordial bitterness lodged in her ribs. “You’re the one that took off, not me. I never had any issue being around you.” Melancholic and brooding or not. Which might've been her way of saying she'd linger as long as he was willing - but in her own caustic mannerisms.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
