mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Melita winked at Iskra as he conceded the great best day of the week debate (there were always dumber arguments to gain victory over). “To be fair, I think it was Remi or Ronin for Saturday,” so they could have their pick of notions on that front.
But with the demigod preambles, her eyes narrowed in speculation despite Iskra's warning, gaze going up to the ceiling initially, as if her brain needed all its focus on those edges. “Yeah, like, Safrin loves having a shit ton, right?” or as many as she could; it seemed to be her mantra to collect and furnish and display them proudly until they pissed her off. Then she could break them. She wasn’t certain on how Vi thought about those semblances, nor the rest. Channeling wise, her brows remained furrowed, nose taking that usual wrinkled turn when she was due to be petulant about something. “I would prefer not to be in the favorites. Unless they’re channeling me for something, y’know. Fun.” And not plunging her into an ocean.
The details, or potential thereof with Noah left her wondering. “Hmm.” Her eyes swept back to Iskra, conspiring, another dangerous and impulsive Melita past time. “You’ve got him in your Halo lot, yeah? Do you think he’d fess up if you asked?”
But with the demigod preambles, her eyes narrowed in speculation despite Iskra's warning, gaze going up to the ceiling initially, as if her brain needed all its focus on those edges. “Yeah, like, Safrin loves having a shit ton, right?” or as many as she could; it seemed to be her mantra to collect and furnish and display them proudly until they pissed her off. Then she could break them. She wasn’t certain on how Vi thought about those semblances, nor the rest. Channeling wise, her brows remained furrowed, nose taking that usual wrinkled turn when she was due to be petulant about something. “I would prefer not to be in the favorites. Unless they’re channeling me for something, y’know. Fun.” And not plunging her into an ocean.
The details, or potential thereof with Noah left her wondering. “Hmm.” Her eyes swept back to Iskra, conspiring, another dangerous and impulsive Melita past time. “You’ve got him in your Halo lot, yeah? Do you think he’d fess up if you asked?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
