MELITA
Despite all her intentions, this time the arrow glanced into flesh.She didn’t hide the grimace, face falling, racing out as his body began to descend. For all the staged theatrics, she genuinely felt terrible, because Remi had been a great, dear, true friend, and she would never think to harm him, never wish to commit anything that would hurt him (hadn’t he been maimed enough?) The boy managed to be placed back into the stands, safe and secure in the arms of his family, and all the girl had left to do was act her part in this ridiculous scheme.
As he shifted back, she lowered her hands to his side, whispering, low, inaudible to the screaming masses. “I’m so sorry. Are you all right?” Then her hands went to the arrow, fingers ghosting over the flames, extinguishing their embers and rubble. The wink and overly dramatic shouts were enough to ensure he was fine, and she deftly plucked the weapon from him, murmuring another apology and hoping Isla was nearby to patch him back up. Then she rose from her crouch, the arrow in hand and raising the clenched fist towards the crowd, towards the applause, towards the fanfare. “The monster is dead! You are all safe once again!” Her stare segmented back to Remi, winking back.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
