Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Any other time, she might have been jovial. Triumphant. Ebullient, bounding, leaping, at the way things had turned out. A monster slain. A good deed done.
Except all the lighthearted fervency in the world couldn’t dismiss the way it had all played out in the end. Channeling. Summoning Safrin. Thinking she had it all made – Ronin’s power surging, searing, and then –
Her eyes went to the body on the nimbus. An individual she didn’t know at all, but who’d been willing to carry on the burden of striving, of trying. Her jaw locked, clenched and tight, and she stepped forward with the bone in her hand, swinging it idlely for lack of anything else to do or say, her eyes dry for the moment. Fangorn nestled his way around her ankles, some form of comfort that she couldn’t bother to sink into right now.
Except all the lighthearted fervency in the world couldn’t dismiss the way it had all played out in the end. Channeling. Summoning Safrin. Thinking she had it all made – Ronin’s power surging, searing, and then –
Her eyes went to the body on the nimbus. An individual she didn’t know at all, but who’d been willing to carry on the burden of striving, of trying. Her jaw locked, clenched and tight, and she stepped forward with the bone in her hand, swinging it idlely for lack of anything else to do or say, her eyes dry for the moment. Fangorn nestled his way around her ankles, some form of comfort that she couldn’t bother to sink into right now.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
