[SE] what in carnation

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

“Exactly,” she snapped her fingers back towards him as he summarized the situation succinctly. And perhaps some portion wondered why so many others just didn’t seem to care. Maybe Ludo wasn’t amongst the most popular – but if a herald could vanish and disappear, wouldn’t the masses be worried for the ones they favored? Safrin had been infected once. Seasonal gods had been trapped. The possibilities weren’t outrageous. “But we’ll see,” she shrugged, like it wasn’t eating away at her.

Finishing up on the other crown, she turned it over upon inspection, listening as he settled further into the bench. Melita wasn’t the type to hold much of anything together except her own wits and fortitude; relying on anyone else had never been something she snagged until recently, and even then, when it was still fresh and new, it belabored and beleaguered in the back of her mind, drawn as if discomforting instead of sheltering. She glanced at him to find his warm gaze on her, and she sighed, trying to fit everything where the pieces fell, not disjointed but together. “I guuuuuesss,” came on a petulant sigh, but then she swung her smile back. “I’ll let you know what the next step is after.” Her eyes shifted towards the circlet in his hands, then tucking some wayward pieces along her own.

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me