I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Make no mistake, Melita wasn’t one to make any regards or notions towards the future. Not with her impulsivity, not with her emboldened nature, not with the way the world had worked against her in youth, and how she’d managed to live by fighting it day after day.
So while being swept up in hugs, she had no expectation of raggedy shawls and youthful glances, of a small, frostbitten hand suddenly swarming hers, of masks peering directly into her eyes. “Hello,” she responded to Ludo in kind, in the way she always had – with a smile, with an impish glow, with the delight of so many chaotic semblances.
The question only gave her the barest of pauses – the news ricocheting around her skull like a battering ram, before reality sunk and clung and whistled against her. There was only one answer. “Of course,” she promised and pledged, the lightest wrinkle to her nose. Simplistic; with all the undercurrents beneath - a pattern of power, something she'd always grasped for and utilized. “What sort of tricks did you have in mind?”
So while being swept up in hugs, she had no expectation of raggedy shawls and youthful glances, of a small, frostbitten hand suddenly swarming hers, of masks peering directly into her eyes. “Hello,” she responded to Ludo in kind, in the way she always had – with a smile, with an impish glow, with the delight of so many chaotic semblances.
The question only gave her the barest of pauses – the news ricocheting around her skull like a battering ram, before reality sunk and clung and whistled against her. There was only one answer. “Of course,” she promised and pledged, the lightest wrinkle to her nose. Simplistic; with all the undercurrents beneath - a pattern of power, something she'd always grasped for and utilized. “What sort of tricks did you have in mind?”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
