Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She didn’t know what was going on, and had no explanation to sift through with the rising panic, with the chaotic pandemonium shifting through the atmosphere. She swallowed down a whole host of apprehensive notes, hands wrapping tighter, warmer, around his, to try and stave off the bounding whirls of calamity. The desperation was disarming; the youth’s features couldn’t hide her fear or sorrow for him, mind puncturing, coiling, attempting to come up with some sort of deliberation or plan to simply get him home. She took great shuddering breaths to calm herself down, but she knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t need to, and Pemota was floating off somewhere, and everything was becoming a far greater mess than she’d anticipated.
You have to do this her soul strung together, but gods, she wasn’t sure how.
“Nate, no one will hurt you when you’re with me.” Calm, guarding, a shelter in the storm (she was the storm – and no one would have him while she was there); a vitriolic flame of glory and might. “I’ll protect you. You know I wouldn’t let anyone harm you.” Not with her skills, not with her weapons, not with her abilities – whoever had caused this onslaught be damned.
You have to do this her soul strung together, but gods, she wasn’t sure how.
“Nate, no one will hurt you when you’re with me.” Calm, guarding, a shelter in the storm (she was the storm – and no one would have him while she was there); a vitriolic flame of glory and might. “I’ll protect you. You know I wouldn’t let anyone harm you.” Not with her skills, not with her weapons, not with her abilities – whoever had caused this onslaught be damned.
Melita
