Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
“I think he’d like that,” she laughed, once she was done cleaning up the ichor mess, watching and snorting as the pumpkin licked its lips, and general exterior, while he settled in for repose and rest after his massive meal. “What next?” Gave over the implications of the next task, her knife back in her hands, ready to carve and slash.
The implications of Amun’s anger towards her uncle were tad on the ridiculous side (and disappointing, in the wake of enemies – at least hers had justifications). Though she hadn’t enjoyed Maea’s company, how tightly the woman’s grip has been on the Flood, the disgusting flirting displays, and overall pale, ghostly essence (as if she had no fiber, no mettle, no grit, no gut, floating on wisps of air, smoke, and fumes), she hadn’t wished the woman dead. She also wasn’t going to begrudge the notion of Sunjata finding someone else thereafter. “What are you supposed to do, mourn for eternity?” And while she didn’t believe Maea worth lamenting for long, everyone was entitled to their own arrays of grief.
Her head shook, a sigh bristling through, uncertain if it was frustration and anger for him, or just the entire situation. “You somehow manage to gather an awful lot of people who should mind their own business.” She didn’t include herself in this, of course, given that she was family, and meant to be an irritating, nettling, nuisance. But Melita was also a protective, shielding threshold, ready to burn down worlds for the sake of her kin. "Nuuskierige bliksem".
The implications of Amun’s anger towards her uncle were tad on the ridiculous side (and disappointing, in the wake of enemies – at least hers had justifications). Though she hadn’t enjoyed Maea’s company, how tightly the woman’s grip has been on the Flood, the disgusting flirting displays, and overall pale, ghostly essence (as if she had no fiber, no mettle, no grit, no gut, floating on wisps of air, smoke, and fumes), she hadn’t wished the woman dead. She also wasn’t going to begrudge the notion of Sunjata finding someone else thereafter. “What are you supposed to do, mourn for eternity?” And while she didn’t believe Maea worth lamenting for long, everyone was entitled to their own arrays of grief.
Her head shook, a sigh bristling through, uncertain if it was frustration and anger for him, or just the entire situation. “You somehow manage to gather an awful lot of people who should mind their own business.” She didn’t include herself in this, of course, given that she was family, and meant to be an irritating, nettling, nuisance. But Melita was also a protective, shielding threshold, ready to burn down worlds for the sake of her kin. "Nuuskierige bliksem".
Melita
