[Training] no one told you to breathe

MELITA

His words conjured a snort. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stuck her tongue out, vastly immature, but a string of curses didn’t end up following; so perhaps Sunjata’s luck held. She obviously did; a child born in the desert, in the ethers of fire and molten heat, beholden to infernos and dragon wings, had always been entangled with shorter fuses and an increased propensity towards armaments. Insatiable and curious, avaricious and rampant, a fervent display of irreverence and wonder. Capable of great compassion, but also treachery, violence, and vehemence, prone to justice and vengeance at the sizzle, the spark, of something untoward. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.” She sneered a little, an open snicker, before resuming sipping her water.

But her uncle’s question confused her, brows furrowing together, swallowing down the liquid, then holding the cup in her hands, placing it along her thighs. “About more gods?” More beings? More heralds?

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts