but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Names to faces now, nodding at the confirmation, the affirmation of Nate, a generous smile continuing to peek through despite furrowed, tempestuous brows from before. She swung her head back to Remi, shaking it from side to side, long locks, warm, buoyant laughter following. “Maybe,” a haphazard shrug, until finally she managed to conquer what she’d started – the shovel withstanding the pressure, the dirt rendered defeated beneath her inclinations.
Beams then.
She thought about funneling back into her sour mood at Maea’s presence, but instead opted to ignore her entirely, allowing her hands to assist in setting the wooden fragments and figures into place, raw, unrelenting power poured into her efforts again.
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Melita tries to help with the beams!
Beams then.
She thought about funneling back into her sour mood at Maea’s presence, but instead opted to ignore her entirely, allowing her hands to assist in setting the wooden fragments and figures into place, raw, unrelenting power poured into her efforts again.
--
Melita tries to help with the beams!
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
