Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Fangorn, for all his intents and purposes, was victorious without mustering a single wound. Snagging at the toy with his vines, he gave it several squeezes and squeaks, triumphantly waving it about as Melita arched a brow. At her following snort, the vampire gourd seemed to relent on his supreme devastation, and only grumbled once, before tossing the duck back towards the dog again.
The Honeybee laughed at his smile, and the retort. “Please. Then I would shoot it.” Which was a promise – asinine, juvenile, and ridiculous as it might sound. Perhaps it was all the bravado immersed within; seemingly despite moments of actual death and hands extended into Mort’s capacity – but she’d grown even stronger in the wake of demigodhood, with a permit of chaos, and a no-holds barred justification on her existence. Things that pissed her off, threatened or, or those she cared for, would be set ablaze. She was embers and kindling and incendiary motions; the world wasn’t going to hold her back for fear or annihilation. It might have once or twice before, but now? Now there were sparks of inspiration. “I know that doesn’t solve every problem, but that’s my go-to.”
She could remember Iskra as a laugh-inducing provocation too. Happy. Content. Waves upon waves of comfort and grandiose imaginations that reached stars and skies and currents. “And what about your monsters in Halo?” She hummed, head tilting, Sila’s tail idly contorting in the brief breeze. “I helped take down the yeti, but surely you’ve got some other shit.”
The Honeybee laughed at his smile, and the retort. “Please. Then I would shoot it.” Which was a promise – asinine, juvenile, and ridiculous as it might sound. Perhaps it was all the bravado immersed within; seemingly despite moments of actual death and hands extended into Mort’s capacity – but she’d grown even stronger in the wake of demigodhood, with a permit of chaos, and a no-holds barred justification on her existence. Things that pissed her off, threatened or, or those she cared for, would be set ablaze. She was embers and kindling and incendiary motions; the world wasn’t going to hold her back for fear or annihilation. It might have once or twice before, but now? Now there were sparks of inspiration. “I know that doesn’t solve every problem, but that’s my go-to.”
She could remember Iskra as a laugh-inducing provocation too. Happy. Content. Waves upon waves of comfort and grandiose imaginations that reached stars and skies and currents. “And what about your monsters in Halo?” She hummed, head tilting, Sila’s tail idly contorting in the brief breeze. “I helped take down the yeti, but surely you’ve got some other shit.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
