Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Some part of her wanted to shout and scream. You weren’t the only one who lost him from the top of bestial howls and hills, but she figured no matter how much she raged amidst her tempestuous storm, it wouldn’t much matter. Sunjata had always committed to actions on his terms and rarely anyone else’s, to the point where she’d become a forgotten fixture, if it took two gods damned years to even pry the objects out of his depths, to think about reaching out.
Did she even want him to? The mercurial aspect of her capriciously stoked outlets collided back and forth, until she didn’t know where to yield, and frankly, didn’t give a fuck. His muscles could tick in his jaw all he wanted. Her jaw lifted, high and mighty despite the severe height advantage he had over her, completely indifferent to its aspects, and defiant all the same. “Yeah. I want them.” Placing the glass down, as if expectant, her hands folded over her chest. He still wasn’t out of danger yet. “Where are they?”
Did she even want him to? The mercurial aspect of her capriciously stoked outlets collided back and forth, until she didn’t know where to yield, and frankly, didn’t give a fuck. His muscles could tick in his jaw all he wanted. Her jaw lifted, high and mighty despite the severe height advantage he had over her, completely indifferent to its aspects, and defiant all the same. “Yeah. I want them.” Placing the glass down, as if expectant, her hands folded over her chest. He still wasn’t out of danger yet. “Where are they?”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
