MELITA
The youth’s gaze riveted to the fluttering feathers, to the scales glittering in some holy, reverent light, touches of the divine, of the celestial, of things she’d never understand or fathom. It shocked her for a moment, to think Ludo would be here before her again – the girl always somewhat unworthy, always striving, always daring, but diminished after so many other things and moments in between. She swallowed in the stillness, in the silence, then breathed, a rush of comfort and composure settling on her shoulders, on her lungs. Nothing that any can do for me echoed on her blood, on the tilt of her head, on the channels of deities and intangible, unfathomable wakes. Despite the sunny intonations, the carefree distinctions, the edge to its spoken words were cluttered in things she hadn’t heard, hadn’t known; sick and riddled, mired and bludgeoned, and then wild, bloodthirsty, and savage.
Just representations of her true nature. Just sparks of what lay underneath; the pestilence unraveling any sense of consternation or control.
“I’m sorry,” she uttered, for so many prolonged, edged, scarred, and scattered instances. She was sorry for Ludo. She was sorry for people who suffered. She was sorry for the endless wake of trial after trial, tribulation after tribulation. “Chastised?” That she couldn’t quite fathom - her brows furrowing slightly on removing the Ascended plague; she hadn’t been a part of it, but others had…Roana? Had Ludo sent her off on its bidding? Her thoughts flickered to Wessex, to Rexanna, to other Ascended, to when she’d asked the Queen if she’d been a part of it all – while coughing, while hacking, while gnashing her teeth together and promising vengeance. “What did you try to do?” For some reason, she must’ve been woefully ignorant, the words never reaching her rattled, ill state.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
