Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Maybe Melita just didn’t have the patience. In many things, if she thought about it for too long. But she sighed regardless, whittling away at the seams until they looked like they’d hold long enough for the masquerade.
At his question though, she smirked, endlessly amused by the notion of it. “Maaaaybe,” she hummed, waiting to see if that would garner a reaction (his last one hadn’t even been that bad – hilarious honestly). Though she doubted the robes would be bad enough to stand out of a crowd and therefore be Ludo’s newfound target, she couldn’t say it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
At his yelp, however, she rolled her eyes, not intending to baby him through the process. “Think of it as a newfound skill or some shit.”
At his question though, she smirked, endlessly amused by the notion of it. “Maaaaybe,” she hummed, waiting to see if that would garner a reaction (his last one hadn’t even been that bad – hilarious honestly). Though she doubted the robes would be bad enough to stand out of a crowd and therefore be Ludo’s newfound target, she couldn’t say it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
At his yelp, however, she rolled her eyes, not intending to baby him through the process. “Think of it as a newfound skill or some shit.”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
