MELITA
Subversion for the sake of subversion was the definition of Melita: nonsensical, stupid, rash, and unrelenting towards others as much as herself. No one’s stopping you indeed, a flex of her defiant chin again before it settled downward; stuck in the rut and ruin of her own effects and actions for another go around. The inquiry had been based solely on other factors and factions – a number of possibilities ranging from the Voice (and yes, the question would’ve been how, had Melita been pressed further), to anyone else involved in the travesties. A portion of the girl wondered if they were all damned to begin with, and it was due to happen again in some other folly, in some other way, and it would just be an endless cycle of finger pointing and why didn’t you do something, and I had no idea what was going on; the realms of ignorance presiding and prevailing while the rest were caught, tormented, by something they had no control or dominion over.
Then they fell to silence, and she nodded, accepting the answer, lowering the lantern again. The youth wasn’t sure of what else to say, where else to bend or sneer, or if everything was a moot point now, the hostilities fizzled, gone, and the hollowed ends left in their wake. Instead of saying goodbye, of hastening whatever else crossed over her mind, her gilded eyes found the Wraith’s from in the shadows once more. “I’ll leave you to your reading then.” Perhaps not a great, grand revelation or resolution – but better to walk away before they blistered and seethed in the Atheneum’s quarters any longer. A departure on lantern light, a maneuvering of feet and vampire gourd, returning to tomes and safer, understood prospects.
(-FIN for Melita)
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
