Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Perhaps he did know and understand; why he kept himself tethered and tied away, sunken into the refuge. She half wondered if people simply told him to fuck off, if banishments reigned supreme, if lands and kingdoms sent him on his way anytime there was an attempt made. Like Stormbreak, with people fallen years before and relics soon thereafter. Like Torchline, compliant to Safrin, whom he’d betrayed. She made no comment about all of them, biting and hiding them behind her teeth; little daggers ready to strike, given another chance, notion, or need.
His next statement stunned her, enough for her to wrinkle her nose, pilfer the defiant, seditious spread of her features into bafflement, bewilderment, before they settled again into primordial mutiny. Why now? Why after all these years? Guilt? Stupidity? Misguided sentiments again? ”Really?” How many times had she tried to make him listen, make him understand? How many times had it been a wasted effort, because he got pissed off, because she held nothing back, because she was so fucking tired of trying to make sense out of situations where everything was muddled and confounded? So they’d gone their separate ways, and she’d had an empty house and her last bit of familial blood sunken into the ground. "You've had a lot of time to be my shitty uncle." Couldn't be much shittier, honestly. "But you tossed me aside because I didn't play your stupid games, and I didn't want anything to do with your nonsense." Something tightened in her ribcage, a gnarled edge. “Gonna take more than just your fucking words. We know most of those don’t hold much water.”
His next statement stunned her, enough for her to wrinkle her nose, pilfer the defiant, seditious spread of her features into bafflement, bewilderment, before they settled again into primordial mutiny. Why now? Why after all these years? Guilt? Stupidity? Misguided sentiments again? ”Really?” How many times had she tried to make him listen, make him understand? How many times had it been a wasted effort, because he got pissed off, because she held nothing back, because she was so fucking tired of trying to make sense out of situations where everything was muddled and confounded? So they’d gone their separate ways, and she’d had an empty house and her last bit of familial blood sunken into the ground. "You've had a lot of time to be my shitty uncle." Couldn't be much shittier, honestly. "But you tossed me aside because I didn't play your stupid games, and I didn't want anything to do with your nonsense." Something tightened in her ribcage, a gnarled edge. “Gonna take more than just your fucking words. We know most of those don’t hold much water.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
