there's always a glimmer in those
Heart beating rapidly, her mind asserted a threat. Something in the midst, fiendish and nefarious, here to draw them in. How many times had it happened before? How many times would it occur thereafter? Driven, inherently, intrinsically so, by trauma, by childhood exploits, by watching things she loved disappear and die, she sought out the guidance of protection. Her hand wrapped around her quiver, quickly shoving it along her back, interloping upon her shoulder, listening, listening, listening to the drone of the elements rise up within its sanction. All she’d have to do is draw her bow, and –
She twisted around to the sounds of laughter.
To Maeve and the shawl. To clouds of bees dissipating, dispersing, to where they belonged. Rampant apologies.
Melita lowered her bow arm in confusion, brows furrowing, lips mauled into an obvious frown. “I wasn’t scared, I-,” have lost so many that everything becomes dangerous and deadly. But her heart pounded against her ribcage, and scorched along her lungs, and she couldn’t feel her limbs any more. “I need a second.” To breathe, wondering if she would’ve ever done the same to someone. If she had, unwittingly. Because it was a harsh, unwinding feeling – and she went to sit in the garden, on the soil, inhaling and exhaling, fingers tightening around hilts.
She twisted around to the sounds of laughter.
To Maeve and the shawl. To clouds of bees dissipating, dispersing, to where they belonged. Rampant apologies.
Melita lowered her bow arm in confusion, brows furrowing, lips mauled into an obvious frown. “I wasn’t scared, I-,” have lost so many that everything becomes dangerous and deadly. But her heart pounded against her ribcage, and scorched along her lungs, and she couldn’t feel her limbs any more. “I need a second.” To breathe, wondering if she would’ve ever done the same to someone. If she had, unwittingly. Because it was a harsh, unwinding feeling – and she went to sit in the garden, on the soil, inhaling and exhaling, fingers tightening around hilts.
who have been through the dark
MELITA
