MELITA
That sounded incredibly convenient, but the statement took the wind out of her sails. With no rage to fester towards Jack’s wake, she stood there a bit numbly, coordinating her efforts and offense towards Eloise and Zeph in future ventures. They’d likely say they tried when the situation could’ve called for a lot more attempts, but the breath she’d been holding left, and she nodded, the pent-up storm ebbing away for another moment.Her eyes narrowed at his no one’s stoppin’ you, realizing he must’ve thought she didn’t want to go onboard at all – which wasn’t the case. Melita had been looking forward to embracing the wild oceans, allowing her viciousness a bit of power, a bit of resolve, a bit of hardship, a bit of enthrallment. “I’d still like to go on the sea.” Her chin remained lifted, though less defiant, aware of what she was asking, time constraints an obvious inconvenience. “Could we…sail by, and I could just run out for a bit, and then come right back?” The question ended on a light smile, like a small child asking for an extra treat.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
