mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Melita had forgotten that maybe, for the Ark, it scarcely mattered. Without Jack she wouldn’t be as she was presently, and therefore, way make the effort to evade? Still, her brows furrowed as Flora uttered the lack of avoidance. The Honeybee could’ve waged more argument, more defense, but for people who didn’t want it, didn’t need it, didn’t see it that way, it would’ve just been another empty collective. So her mouth opened, then snapped shut, nodding with a muffled and long-held breath – mustering a spare thought for a ship who might never yearn for anything more than the Captain she already had.
There were better things on the horizon anyway, like weddings and gifts, and she laughed at the mental image of a waffle maker composing dirty jokes into said food. “Could do a bounce house for your reception,” she gleamed, imagining the hordes of recent children, and probably those like Kaisel and herself, who’d eagerly launch into said jumping arena with many an impending injury. “I’d even rent the thing and blow it up,” as an offering.
There were better things on the horizon anyway, like weddings and gifts, and she laughed at the mental image of a waffle maker composing dirty jokes into said food. “Could do a bounce house for your reception,” she gleamed, imagining the hordes of recent children, and probably those like Kaisel and herself, who’d eagerly launch into said jumping arena with many an impending injury. “I’d even rent the thing and blow it up,” as an offering.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
