Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Oh, Melita still judged, but she liked to think she’d learned from the past – however slowly. Considering his side of decisions and notions maintained its difficulty for her; namely because she would’ve chosen other sides and fixtures. But she also couldn’t manage the motions for him. They were all things he’d have to overcome and decide in his own time, no matter how emboldened, mulish, or hardheaded her actions and words came across. So, maybe she’d just opted to roll her eyes in his sight, then sigh around others.
“If I’m lucky?” she snorted, as if the statement was absurd. It didn’t lessen her work though, managing to maintain a line of study on the crown, eyes narrowing before pushing back a petal or rearranging a stem. When he didn’t muster approval or not, she huffed, then narrowed her gaze when he went to snag other flowers – snorting under the prowess of her daring suggestions.
When he returned, she’d already begun orchestrating her own, but the choice between flowers had become a bit layered and nuanced. Hands on her hips, she’d separated some golden and red fixtures from the pack she’d already purchased before the question registered, and by then her head had whipped up and she pretended her cheeks weren’t a vibrant shade of pink. “Good.” More than that, actually, but she didn’t quite know how to frame it and her uncle didn't need to know everything. “I spent a week in Halo and he spent LongNight in Torchline.” And neither of them had killed each other, so. “I felt bad – there’s so much shit going on now that I kinda dumped all the information on him.”
“If I’m lucky?” she snorted, as if the statement was absurd. It didn’t lessen her work though, managing to maintain a line of study on the crown, eyes narrowing before pushing back a petal or rearranging a stem. When he didn’t muster approval or not, she huffed, then narrowed her gaze when he went to snag other flowers – snorting under the prowess of her daring suggestions.
When he returned, she’d already begun orchestrating her own, but the choice between flowers had become a bit layered and nuanced. Hands on her hips, she’d separated some golden and red fixtures from the pack she’d already purchased before the question registered, and by then her head had whipped up and she pretended her cheeks weren’t a vibrant shade of pink. “Good.” More than that, actually, but she didn’t quite know how to frame it and her uncle didn't need to know everything. “I spent a week in Halo and he spent LongNight in Torchline.” And neither of them had killed each other, so. “I felt bad – there’s so much shit going on now that I kinda dumped all the information on him.”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
