Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita’s eyes narrowed over her glass as Flora admitted to meeting with Jack afterwards; her nose wrinkling at the other implications surrounding it. The Captain was a difficult force on his best days, of which one might ascertain were in stark rarity – wondering if he was yet another that should’ve been left to his own devices. He was always going to be petty and cruel, and while revenge could be sweet, there’d only be so many times before something truly unfurled and unleashed and unraveled. When no one else seemed to want to seek out revenge, her nose wrinkled. The whole family seemed to be a weird lot; beholden to themselves and no one and believing they could do whatever they want. “So did you ban him?” she inquired instead, not even traipsing over the muck and mire of her animosity with Nova.
Calypso and the rest of the lot with their strange vendettas was something she shook her head at; because at least, with Melita, no matter how small the feud, one could ascertain why she held hostility towards them. Minor infractions, especially now, with bar destruction over singular dates and family departures, seemed bizarre coming from a time where they were all fighting to ensure parasitic monsters didn’t take over their world. “Sounds like they’re all a piece of work.” From Colt’s additions to Flora’s issues, by and large the genetics seemed to be deranged.
Colt’s murmur brought an arch to her brow, but she didn’t comment on those aspects. The way they paralleled Soh’s with Koa made her sigh instead, unfurling a long breath she hadn’t meant to hold. She liked the Dragoon as a friend and someone to bully, but it seemed his relationships weren’t easily fostered and maintained. “And I think that’s okay,” the Honeybee offered in response. To no longer strive and try and work so hard when it wasn’t matched on the other side.
Calypso and the rest of the lot with their strange vendettas was something she shook her head at; because at least, with Melita, no matter how small the feud, one could ascertain why she held hostility towards them. Minor infractions, especially now, with bar destruction over singular dates and family departures, seemed bizarre coming from a time where they were all fighting to ensure parasitic monsters didn’t take over their world. “Sounds like they’re all a piece of work.” From Colt’s additions to Flora’s issues, by and large the genetics seemed to be deranged.
Colt’s murmur brought an arch to her brow, but she didn’t comment on those aspects. The way they paralleled Soh’s with Koa made her sigh instead, unfurling a long breath she hadn’t meant to hold. She liked the Dragoon as a friend and someone to bully, but it seemed his relationships weren’t easily fostered and maintained. “And I think that’s okay,” the Honeybee offered in response. To no longer strive and try and work so hard when it wasn’t matched on the other side.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
