but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Melita wasn’t invited.
A tiny amount of spiteful vitriol settled into her stomach as she followed him along the integral notions of morning, cast aside and left again. Maybe the world had just moved on too quickly for her again, and Sunjata had too, forgoing ties and tethers for new ones. Maybe she was just being foolish. Maybe she was anxious that portions of family never seemed to last for long around her.
On silent, mercurial, tempestuous little whims, and begging Fangorn to be quiet too (should’ve been the least of her concerns, considering how often she was the loud, impetuous one), they slipped behind, drifting along the sands, the dunes, the world too – as he scouted for things, as he wandered around old buildings, as he found some threshold for something. So when he finally re-emerged from the sanctum, so did she.
Her arms crossed, brows furrowed, a petulant tilt to her chin as the gourd ambled along her ankles, eerie eyes settling on Haai instead of the vexing chords rumbling through his bonded. “I can help,” her gaze locked upon Sunjata, and wondered when she’d been forgotten, left behind.
A tiny amount of spiteful vitriol settled into her stomach as she followed him along the integral notions of morning, cast aside and left again. Maybe the world had just moved on too quickly for her again, and Sunjata had too, forgoing ties and tethers for new ones. Maybe she was just being foolish. Maybe she was anxious that portions of family never seemed to last for long around her.
On silent, mercurial, tempestuous little whims, and begging Fangorn to be quiet too (should’ve been the least of her concerns, considering how often she was the loud, impetuous one), they slipped behind, drifting along the sands, the dunes, the world too – as he scouted for things, as he wandered around old buildings, as he found some threshold for something. So when he finally re-emerged from the sanctum, so did she.
Her arms crossed, brows furrowed, a petulant tilt to her chin as the gourd ambled along her ankles, eerie eyes settling on Haai instead of the vexing chords rumbling through his bonded. “I can help,” her gaze locked upon Sunjata, and wondered when she’d been forgotten, left behind.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
