Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“Well, maybe stuff will return to normal soon,” on a whim and shrug of shoulders, uncertain if she believed in that statement or if it was something to fill in the void. Truly, she didn’t really need one more think weighing across the back of her mind. She already had Ludo’s disappearance and the weird dreams to content with – and even then, the former was going to take precedence. It would be easy to dash away the rhyme and reason of the seasons into something else, but there’d already been a pattern established, if any of them took the time to stare at it.
Regardless, she kept weaving, her hands busy floating and flickering over stems and petals as her mother had once done – only with herbs and bandages. Melita never had the talent for the latter, but had learned enough of crown pieces now from years amongst Caido, where the cheer of spring dipped into Fiat Lux and before it had been blown to pieces. She paid attention all the while, able to deviate her focus from one to the other, half rolling her eyes when he couldn’t quite catch them. “Mhm, sure,” came on a disbelieving snort, accepting of his answer but presuming underlying fixtures just the same.
Metal boxes…for weddings. Her features sunk into a tight grimace for half a moment, before taking a breath and moving on, fingers quicker now, then pausing, taking a couple turns of the circlet to examine it before plucking something back together. “Well, that’s nice,” that something could be reshaped after heartache and loss and the brutal mess of nothingness. She added naught on that accord, other than a long huff of breath before handing over the flower crown. “There. I can make things too,” with a cheeky grin and a dimple to her cheeks. “For you.”
Regardless, she kept weaving, her hands busy floating and flickering over stems and petals as her mother had once done – only with herbs and bandages. Melita never had the talent for the latter, but had learned enough of crown pieces now from years amongst Caido, where the cheer of spring dipped into Fiat Lux and before it had been blown to pieces. She paid attention all the while, able to deviate her focus from one to the other, half rolling her eyes when he couldn’t quite catch them. “Mhm, sure,” came on a disbelieving snort, accepting of his answer but presuming underlying fixtures just the same.
Metal boxes…for weddings. Her features sunk into a tight grimace for half a moment, before taking a breath and moving on, fingers quicker now, then pausing, taking a couple turns of the circlet to examine it before plucking something back together. “Well, that’s nice,” that something could be reshaped after heartache and loss and the brutal mess of nothingness. She added naught on that accord, other than a long huff of breath before handing over the flower crown. “There. I can make things too,” with a cheeky grin and a dimple to her cheeks. “For you.”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
