stars in the skin
Melita snickered at the response, allowing the bit of humor to roll through the otherwise outlandish and befuddling position they were in. “Hey, I didn’t say that,” but she winked, leaving Colt to continue weaving those threads if she so chose. It was nice to see the other woman amused and laughing again - rather than grumpy and acerbic and strained at the seams. As the Accepted pinned another arrow into its throat, the thing only gurgled and groaned, and the Honeybee knew the end was near. All thoughts of chariots with eels and sea lion surfing was gone when she knew she could just finish the job here and now, and with another lob of her confetti cannon, the damned creature was finally demolished.
“Fuck sake,” she uttered, giving it a light tap with her toe as she came in closer, glancing at the array of arrows. “Well, after we let it stop being a pincushion anyway,” and she laughed again, let the merry sound of relief and finality toil through her. “Help me load it up and we can go?” It’d take more strength, heaving, and probably some rigged pulley system, but with companions and an allogator loaded up, they’d be able to leave the scene.
[FIN]
“Fuck sake,” she uttered, giving it a light tap with her toe as she came in closer, glancing at the array of arrows. “Well, after we let it stop being a pincushion anyway,” and she laughed again, let the merry sound of relief and finality toil through her. “Help me load it up and we can go?” It’d take more strength, heaving, and probably some rigged pulley system, but with companions and an allogator loaded up, they’d be able to leave the scene.
[FIN]
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
