MELITA
What a mess.Melita truly wasn’t certain what or how it all transpired, and at some point, didn’t have the heart, the desire, to know or understand the details. Bizarre and ridiculous, a consignment of the strange, where she’d always thought weddings were built upon ardor and love and devotion – a witness to Remi and Ronin’s – and this had been crumbling from the inside out before it’d even begun. On a feral sigh, she put on some decent dress, one not brutalized, torn, or ripped apart in the latest ventures and tragedies, and then, since these things seemed to have a foundation of capriciousness, she tucked her quiver of arrows along her back.
Just in case.
She and Fangorn arrived, shuffling slowly, not yet fully recovered from the Fiat Lux catastrophe (which also made her wonder why this had happened so fast, so quickly, when everyone was still reeling from the terror), eyes mingling over those already gathered. Eventually though, she only turned to Sunjata, an affirmed nod of conviction at the ready – there for him if he wanted an opportunity to escape and evade.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
