[Training] onyx armor for my eyes

but there's chaos brewing

underneath my skin

The honeybee didn’t give away any of her ground, stock still while the supposed-Aurelia rambled forward, her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. A warning, if anything else, of all the dominion, might, and menace at her disposal, at the way it channeled and funneled through her veins – a pulse of audacious ichor. The words made little sense – yes, they’d made flower crowns, yes, they’d talked about families and empanadas, but wouldn’t any of these feral demons across the world know that? Her chin jutted forward, angled in sedition, age-old, tempestuous claims to her features that always spoke omens. “And why would something do that?” To distort the world further? To trick and deceive? After all Melita had seen, why wouldn’t there be monsters or demons that could shape shift? That could take memories? That could pretend, pretend, pretend, until they could put a knife in someone’s back?

She forgot the comb entirely as it rested in her palm, placing the towel down amongst the other things, crouching down, pondering over which weapon would be best. Bow? Staff? Daggers? The other statements are so bizarre to her that her brows furrowed into another dangerous line – jaw clenching, feathering, every inch a poised, feral, untamed thing, wild and wild, standing against the sea. “Oh? Have something better to do with your time?” Bitterness, a poor taste on her tongue, abandonment crooning even in this make-believe assignation.

trying to hold in the storm

instead of making waves

MELITA