Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
The Honeybee wasn’t deterred in the slightest by Remi’s less than enthusiastic response – between the three of them they should’ve had a fabulous time cleaning up litter. She gave another beaming smile towards the Lullaby, tilting her head, truly intrigued and interested. “How are you?”
And from there on, it was plans and movement – bits of sail, potentially something caught amidst the cliffs. A little dismayed they hadn’t seen it before (maybe they just hadn’t been in the right spot), but otherwise chipper, the youth settled along the indicated nimbus, content. “Sounds good!” With a nod, she segmented her eyes towards those ramparts and slabs of rock, peering, narrowing her gaze, hands shielding her sight from the sun.
There might’ve been something bright – and since she was a bit like a magpie, the youth’s hand darted outwards, finger pointing in its direction. “What about that?”
And from there on, it was plans and movement – bits of sail, potentially something caught amidst the cliffs. A little dismayed they hadn’t seen it before (maybe they just hadn’t been in the right spot), but otherwise chipper, the youth settled along the indicated nimbus, content. “Sounds good!” With a nod, she segmented her eyes towards those ramparts and slabs of rock, peering, narrowing her gaze, hands shielding her sight from the sun.
There might’ve been something bright – and since she was a bit like a magpie, the youth’s hand darted outwards, finger pointing in its direction. “What about that?”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
