The skyship before them, hovering with all its wondrous power, was a symbol of how much Melita’s presence might’ve once meant. Why she scarcely mattered now, she didn’t know, and she’d likely only be left to wonder over those particles – much as she’d done many times over, striving to parse through her failures. It made her jaw clench with all those primordial emotions, stifling the rage and conforming it to something like a pebble in one’s shoe, that if she pretended long enough, it’d scarcely deign to make a dent in her hardened exterior of furor and tempestuous edges. Another thing to be conquered. Another figment to be discarded when she was through.
She had half a second to consider Flora’s weight in all these things – because she and the Captain had been far more connected, so when the admission came, her eyes widened, features incapable of hiding her surprise. Maybe Melita simply hadn’t been privy to the dramatics in the background, making her way through skies and mischief, barely digging into the surface of brimming possibilities and the way things had broken apart. “Oh, I didn’t know-,” she started, grimacing at herself, eyes flickering up to look at the Firecracker rather than trip into those wakes. But as the Doubletake offered more, the Honeybee found herself taking the other girl in, a long breath flowing from her lungs.
Relief, probably. But other emotions too – satisfied, that Flora had somehow managed to get away from his grip and grasp, and maybe a haughty depth to her grin – because she wouldn’t pin anything on the other woman, not when there’d always been a piece of shit man lingering upon the threshold, waiting to consume everything in his pathway. That she’d gotten herself out of his orbit was something wholly encompassing, and Melita wouldn’t be placing any of the blame upon the Queen. “I’m proud of you,” she bolstered first, with a feral grin etching past the other misgivings. “And I’m not going to blame you. Not one bit. You got yourself out of that mess.” Unaware she’d potentially found another, the demigod shrugged. “That’s his problem if he wants to sever everything.” Not bother talking to her. Running away to King’s End. Remaking and restoring with others or no one at all.
Why this moment had changed dynamics and agitated him enough to uproot everything, especially when they’d fizzled apart before, remained unbeknownst to her too. Shaking her head, taking a breath, her eyes flickered back to the boats. “So what else have I missed then? What happened with the bar?”
She had half a second to consider Flora’s weight in all these things – because she and the Captain had been far more connected, so when the admission came, her eyes widened, features incapable of hiding her surprise. Maybe Melita simply hadn’t been privy to the dramatics in the background, making her way through skies and mischief, barely digging into the surface of brimming possibilities and the way things had broken apart. “Oh, I didn’t know-,” she started, grimacing at herself, eyes flickering up to look at the Firecracker rather than trip into those wakes. But as the Doubletake offered more, the Honeybee found herself taking the other girl in, a long breath flowing from her lungs.
Relief, probably. But other emotions too – satisfied, that Flora had somehow managed to get away from his grip and grasp, and maybe a haughty depth to her grin – because she wouldn’t pin anything on the other woman, not when there’d always been a piece of shit man lingering upon the threshold, waiting to consume everything in his pathway. That she’d gotten herself out of his orbit was something wholly encompassing, and Melita wouldn’t be placing any of the blame upon the Queen. “I’m proud of you,” she bolstered first, with a feral grin etching past the other misgivings. “And I’m not going to blame you. Not one bit. You got yourself out of that mess.” Unaware she’d potentially found another, the demigod shrugged. “That’s his problem if he wants to sever everything.” Not bother talking to her. Running away to King’s End. Remaking and restoring with others or no one at all.
Why this moment had changed dynamics and agitated him enough to uproot everything, especially when they’d fizzled apart before, remained unbeknownst to her too. Shaking her head, taking a breath, her eyes flickered back to the boats. “So what else have I missed then? What happened with the bar?”
melita
then I became the fire
