Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Her smile turned distinctly Cheshire as she began surveying more of the flowers, arranging them in her grasp, picking at several more until it seemed full enough for her intentions. “Amazing! I rode while Iskra skied,” figuring he’d be the one with the most experience on them, given Halo (wrong). “And I didn’t even fall off!” which had been a near-miss. “You have to get rings while you ride the horse and the skier goes over jumps,” as she went on explaining, her free hand illustrating the launching mechanisms, imitating the movements and motions. “Fastest wins!”
When he started describing ongoing shit in King’s End though, she tilted her head, reveling in her penchant for gossip and drama. “Ohhhh? Do go on,” because, initially, one might think amplifying a river wouldn’t have too many quandaries, but her first instinct was to assume it was something to do with her uncle.
When he started describing ongoing shit in King’s End though, she tilted her head, reveling in her penchant for gossip and drama. “Ohhhh? Do go on,” because, initially, one might think amplifying a river wouldn’t have too many quandaries, but her first instinct was to assume it was something to do with her uncle.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
