Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She’d never seen Noah all…happy and stuff before. Exuberant. Well, for him. He always seemed to be the epitome of a either a disgruntled dad (she probably wouldn’t know; her father had even wanted them) or gruff, sullen Atlas, trying to hold the way of the world up on his shoulders. Her brow arched as she watched him maneuver through the sky – Sila following suit, going higher and higher as a means of challenge.
Melita could see the warning in his eyes thereafter though. She scoffed, unraveling a snort and a mulish, teenage-semblance of gaze, rolling her glance towards the sea below. What the fuck was she going to hurt out here? The waves?
Ignoring him, because she followed Ludo and not Sentinels, she drew another fire arrow, narrowing her eyes and pretending there was something below. “Oh, what's that down there?” she handwaved – picturing hels or ghost whales or whatever else could’ve been doomed to perish at her glorified misdeeds and blinding power. Her dragon trilled alongside, and the Honeybee fired off another shot – which might’ve been towards nothing at all, but baring the point of taking no orders, and maybe the mere thrill of being a shit.
Melita could see the warning in his eyes thereafter though. She scoffed, unraveling a snort and a mulish, teenage-semblance of gaze, rolling her glance towards the sea below. What the fuck was she going to hurt out here? The waves?
Ignoring him, because she followed Ludo and not Sentinels, she drew another fire arrow, narrowing her eyes and pretending there was something below. “Oh, what's that down there?” she handwaved – picturing hels or ghost whales or whatever else could’ve been doomed to perish at her glorified misdeeds and blinding power. Her dragon trilled alongside, and the Honeybee fired off another shot – which might’ve been towards nothing at all, but baring the point of taking no orders, and maybe the mere thrill of being a shit.
Melita
