knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Her eyes went to his limp, clenching her jaw, narrowing her gaze, as his movements were labored and slowed. Aren’t you going to get that fixed? flickered into her mind, amongst another assortment of vitriolic, vehement thoughts – she’d get her vengeance for the subtle actions in the Fingers soon. What she didn’t have was the full story, even a modicum of facts, remaining blissfully unaware the entire time, as if a makeshift charades game, with everyone else well versed into the story.
Irritating too, considering how often she’d asked to be informed, a part of something. “What happened between you and the crew?” No tiptoeing around the circumstances, her gilded stare focused on him over the rim of her cup, taking a sip of the hot tea, washing it down with the rest of her flames.
His question lingered in the air too, and so she shook her head, surveying the artifacts she’d haphazardly strewn about. There was an organization to the chaos, and she felt no need to make it neat when they were simply going to be unpacked once she returned to her room on the Ark. “No, I think I’m okay.” Are you going to be? was another inquiry that didn’t quite make it past her lips, resting along teeth, fangs, and the bristling unknown. Every time she turned around he seemed to have found himself in another problem, trial, or tribulation, and Nate would only be able to save him so many times.
Irritating too, considering how often she’d asked to be informed, a part of something. “What happened between you and the crew?” No tiptoeing around the circumstances, her gilded stare focused on him over the rim of her cup, taking a sip of the hot tea, washing it down with the rest of her flames.
His question lingered in the air too, and so she shook her head, surveying the artifacts she’d haphazardly strewn about. There was an organization to the chaos, and she felt no need to make it neat when they were simply going to be unpacked once she returned to her room on the Ark. “No, I think I’m okay.” Are you going to be? was another inquiry that didn’t quite make it past her lips, resting along teeth, fangs, and the bristling unknown. Every time she turned around he seemed to have found himself in another problem, trial, or tribulation, and Nate would only be able to save him so many times.
Melita
