but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Melita didn’t want his apologies. Regrets and rue implied some semblance of change; and despite all of their misgivings and trials, he’d yet to do so, at least with her. And it was a time now where the unraveling likely wasn’t appropriate, so she didn’t push any further. Maybe later, when this was all over, before some other storm hit the world and ricocheted along. Maybe never, because these seemed to be cyclical events, and half the time she couldn’t understand how he survived them. Her jaw clenched, almost mulishly, before her eyes went back to notes, to thoughts, to the fragments and fractures of what little information they had.
Nuances and notions, like leaves in the wind, scattered amongst branches, brambles, nettles, and thorns. Jack looking, but not finding a man who didn’t want to be noticed – easy enough to do in Torchline. Uprising and upheavals starting in the flyer campaign. “Could he have made these?” Her finger pointed to the posters, uncertain of the lines and lies of propaganda. Or if they were mere coincidences (though she doubted it).
And then a sigh, head shaking as they meandered back and forth. “I don’t think you should leave. It’ll only implicate you further if something else happens.” Hunker down, bide his time, wait for Nate to return – the days inching closer towards the end of LongNight.
Nuances and notions, like leaves in the wind, scattered amongst branches, brambles, nettles, and thorns. Jack looking, but not finding a man who didn’t want to be noticed – easy enough to do in Torchline. Uprising and upheavals starting in the flyer campaign. “Could he have made these?” Her finger pointed to the posters, uncertain of the lines and lies of propaganda. Or if they were mere coincidences (though she doubted it).
And then a sigh, head shaking as they meandered back and forth. “I don’t think you should leave. It’ll only implicate you further if something else happens.” Hunker down, bide his time, wait for Nate to return – the days inching closer towards the end of LongNight.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
