Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
It’d only been a few years since she’d not been a demigod; but she remembered those days of a humongous lack of responsibility fondly. Not that Ludo made her do monumental tasks – she just inhabited a more productive role now. “Oh, have you?” She mused with a massive grin and a wink. “I’m glad things are catching on.”
With the salt inspection complete, and likely enough to render their current task finished, the Honeybee nodded, bundling up the rest of the things they’d brought – including the umbrella and the rest of the jars and buckets. “Right. We can always stop by that new little café nearby too, the one that has the new muffins,” as she rambled on, ensuring they were out of the way and well off the beach by the time the rain rolled and poured once more.
[FIN]
With the salt inspection complete, and likely enough to render their current task finished, the Honeybee nodded, bundling up the rest of the things they’d brought – including the umbrella and the rest of the jars and buckets. “Right. We can always stop by that new little café nearby too, the one that has the new muffins,” as she rambled on, ensuring they were out of the way and well off the beach by the time the rain rolled and poured once more.
[FIN]
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
