[PQ] while the cat's away

Melita

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

Another day, another series of options. The youth hadn’t snagged at the usual notions, surveying the options carefully, precisely, and thinking over her general irritation towards her uncle, settled on the mosaic. Her eyes inclined towards the potter, bright, mischief rendered, fully capable of being an absolute shit – and any other nuance wouldn’t prevail here. “What do you think about a lightning rod, right in the middle?” Perhaps Sunjata and Nate could pretend it was some divine phallic symbol, but she, and so many others would be able to see the streaks of electricity and the rampant stupidity of moments cast seasons before. Heh. And with that, the grin widened, and she assisted in the plans, designs, and orchestrations.

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Melita helps plan out a lightning rod mosaic!

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