MELITA
“Exactly!” The beam of her Cheshire grin was a radiant thing, when it wasn’t demonstrative of the savage, nefarious, emboldened reaches of her spirit. Maybe a weapon from everywhere she visited – a visual representation of arms, defenses, and sagacity mustered, melded, molded within time. It put another hope and vitality into her breath, a little hum in her throat as she sipped her water. His affirmation caused another quirk of her brow, but she didn’t fight it, didn’t break apart the repose this time. His plans sounded simple, when they knew they’d likely be anything but, given circumstances, weights, and the world they lived within. Perhaps it was nice to dream of stretched out seasons where nothing monumental, scarring, or damaging happened, fleeting, tenuous, meant to be tangible.
But then there was other information notched and loaded, causing the slightest narrowing of her eyes. She figured Hotaru capable enough, and she’d yet to clearly get herself into as much hot water as Sunjata, but the other particulars stood out. Namely Wessex, rescuing a deity, and for once, her uncle opting out of danger. Maybe some brain cells were finally kicking in. “Rescuing a deity? What other ones are there?”
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
