Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
A very quick, if not slightly nefarious grin, sparked the moment the suggestion was made – clapping her hands a few times while struggling to maintain her balance. “Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely,” as if they were talking about strolling around a park or through a garden, instead of obliterating some obnoxious showoff. “I bet I could channel Ludo. It would love to wreak havoc,” uttered on another sigh, for the moment, content with the image of the bitch sinking beneath waves.
The shaved ice flickering back at them – and the not even subtle notions from this masquerading hag – shifted all the nefarious proportions within Melita’s gaze solely on her. “Thank you so much,” the honeybee said swiftly in return, with a batting of her eyelashes that if anyone knew her at all, signified something dangerous was coming. Her hands grasped hold of the chair, fingers tightening over the metal and iron underneath, having just been granted and given a motive and weapon all in one motion.
When the condescending beotch roamed away with that same indignant sneer, the honeybee eased a very long, slow breath, before turning to Flora. “I’m going to run her over with it.” And then she gestured to the seat portions, an invitation to be a part of the upcoming chaos.
The shaved ice flickering back at them – and the not even subtle notions from this masquerading hag – shifted all the nefarious proportions within Melita’s gaze solely on her. “Thank you so much,” the honeybee said swiftly in return, with a batting of her eyelashes that if anyone knew her at all, signified something dangerous was coming. Her hands grasped hold of the chair, fingers tightening over the metal and iron underneath, having just been granted and given a motive and weapon all in one motion.
When the condescending beotch roamed away with that same indignant sneer, the honeybee eased a very long, slow breath, before turning to Flora. “I’m going to run her over with it.” And then she gestured to the seat portions, an invitation to be a part of the upcoming chaos.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
