Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“I can send you Jack’s way,” which caused such a Cheshire grin unbidden on her features that it was probably more of a warning than anything else. It provided her with foretold amusement within an instant – because she had little doubt this individual would annoy the fuck out of the Captain, and vice versa. And if not, at least the mental image of the potential brought her some mirth.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between drawn rocks and found stones, her crow brain sweeping over pretty hues and delightful colors. She would’ve taken the tourmaline within an instant to add to a collection of beautiful things she could use to bash someone's head in, but it wasn’t up to her on this go around.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between drawn rocks and found stones, her crow brain sweeping over pretty hues and delightful colors. She would’ve taken the tourmaline within an instant to add to a collection of beautiful things she could use to bash someone's head in, but it wasn’t up to her on this go around.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
