Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“Do I?” She wrinkled her nose in return, unbothered by the threatening point of his tone; she’d been eclipsed and mauled by far worse. “That takes the whole mystery out of it!” Plus she didn’t know the answer, so there’d really been no worth to the proclamations. And while Melita would gossip with the best of them over the barest, minimal amount of speculation, she wouldn’t do that when it came to Ludo and any of its activities. “Just show up and I’m sure you’ll be fine. Probably.” She gave a little wink at the tail end, mainly to see if he’d squirm with the lack of knowledge, before tending back to her own melee of shit.
Holding the fabric up for a moment, she could see large, gaping portions still not accurate at all; but she could fill those in. What she really want to do was make some additional pockets, to store and steal, so she hastened towards those instead of anything beyond sleeves at this point.
Holding the fabric up for a moment, she could see large, gaping portions still not accurate at all; but she could fill those in. What she really want to do was make some additional pockets, to store and steal, so she hastened towards those instead of anything beyond sleeves at this point.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
