but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
If his hand trembled, she said nothing about it. There were multitudes of things and reasons for the shaking, the shuddering, and she wouldn’t judge the motions of apprehension, fear, and torment. Why and how he’d managed to get himself immersed into the ridiculous, dramatic, theatrical abyss didn’t really matter now anyways – the trauma was there, inflicted, brimming to the surface while he strived to choke and smother them all down. “You’re with me,” she offered, by way of a quiet whisper. “You don’t have to pretend.” Or bottle it up. Weren’t they trying to move away from that? He could release it here. She was safety and family and security. A shrug maneuvered through her shoulders at the offer, but then moved past it. If he didn’t, then he didn’t, and she’d leave it at that.
There were other matters besides. Possibilities of magic, of items, and the last statement made her shake her head, the confusion evident between the dip of her brows. “I don’t understand that. How long has he been here then? Did he infiltrate the smugglers?” And if so, what about the Ark? She hadn’t heard a word about either Kane or Shaju, but that didn’t mean anything. There were plenty of secrets kept under wraps; it was a basic Torchline presumption. “Have you asked Jack about him?”
There were other matters besides. Possibilities of magic, of items, and the last statement made her shake her head, the confusion evident between the dip of her brows. “I don’t understand that. How long has he been here then? Did he infiltrate the smugglers?” And if so, what about the Ark? She hadn’t heard a word about either Kane or Shaju, but that didn’t mean anything. There were plenty of secrets kept under wraps; it was a basic Torchline presumption. “Have you asked Jack about him?”
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
