bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Melita couldn’t keep away from the flames, unwilling to let them die and disperse just yet. Taking and coaxing the elements from where they burned, she persisted, striving to muster some mastery over the incantations that weren’t hers to begin with, but adored and cherished just the same. They rose in fell swoops and turns, scouring and scourging the mud she traced over, and she had a difficult time not laughing maniacally, but still managed to sport her feral grin.
The vehemence and ferocity rose, and daring to hold that precious inferno in her grasp, she felt it race through her pulse, bending and contorting as the fire licked after wounded grime, chasing down the remnants. Only when he spoke did she raise her head, concentration and focus breaking away from the pursuit, angling her gilded gaze back to him with a furrowed brow, as if to try and relay every single opponent she’d faced.
The magic pooled below her, nearly embers and ash. “Depends – there was a three faced monster that could heal itself during the war.” She still had a feather from it she’d yet to use – but only because Ludo’s abilities didn’t range in those regions. “The yeti in Halo was hard because everyone else was being stupid.” Of which she could say now, seasons away from the tumultuous means; of people who’d come out without jackets or thrown themselves directly in the creature’s path; companions and people destroyed within an instant or something that could’ve been easily avoided.
Huffing, she shrugged, then looked back at him and the gaze he was delivering. “Better stop looking at me like that,” she warned with a wink and a wrinkle to her nose (suffice to say she didn't really want him to yield away from it); otherwise they’d find themselves distracted by other measures.
The vehemence and ferocity rose, and daring to hold that precious inferno in her grasp, she felt it race through her pulse, bending and contorting as the fire licked after wounded grime, chasing down the remnants. Only when he spoke did she raise her head, concentration and focus breaking away from the pursuit, angling her gilded gaze back to him with a furrowed brow, as if to try and relay every single opponent she’d faced.
The magic pooled below her, nearly embers and ash. “Depends – there was a three faced monster that could heal itself during the war.” She still had a feather from it she’d yet to use – but only because Ludo’s abilities didn’t range in those regions. “The yeti in Halo was hard because everyone else was being stupid.” Of which she could say now, seasons away from the tumultuous means; of people who’d come out without jackets or thrown themselves directly in the creature’s path; companions and people destroyed within an instant or something that could’ve been easily avoided.
Huffing, she shrugged, then looked back at him and the gaze he was delivering. “Better stop looking at me like that,” she warned with a wink and a wrinkle to her nose (suffice to say she didn't really want him to yield away from it); otherwise they’d find themselves distracted by other measures.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
