there's always a glimmer in those
Melita didn’t have any explanation on her tongue except for the past – moments collected and contorted in malicious manners, death too rampant, still too fresh in the back of her mind since that damned skeleton monster. Fangorn bounded over immediately once he’d sensed something was off, lending his support as vines wrapped around her arms, plopping him into her lap, where she instinctively curled over. When Aidon joined it seemed all the better, and her hands brushed over the top of his features, breathing easier, feeling the panic, the necessity of disaster and ruin falling away.
Maeve’s reappearance, with a cup of tea, lessened the need for hiding and coiling back into herself – lifting her head, fingers taking hold of the mug, the shaking diminishing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d react that way –“ couldn’t quite muddle her way through it, brows furrowing slightly. “I’m okay,” by way of reassurance, even if she wasn’t; didn’t know how to explain it. The tea was warm though, and she raised it up to her lips and strived to bring her mind back to the present; not to blows. “Used to fighting off a lot, you know?” And believing the cretins, the fiends, of the world would always be there – she just hadn’t been prepared for it.
Maybe that stung the most, even in all the innocence of the joke. “Sorry again,” she murmured. “And thank you. This is good.”
Maeve’s reappearance, with a cup of tea, lessened the need for hiding and coiling back into herself – lifting her head, fingers taking hold of the mug, the shaking diminishing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d react that way –“ couldn’t quite muddle her way through it, brows furrowing slightly. “I’m okay,” by way of reassurance, even if she wasn’t; didn’t know how to explain it. The tea was warm though, and she raised it up to her lips and strived to bring her mind back to the present; not to blows. “Used to fighting off a lot, you know?” And believing the cretins, the fiends, of the world would always be there – she just hadn’t been prepared for it.
Maybe that stung the most, even in all the innocence of the joke. “Sorry again,” she murmured. “And thank you. This is good.”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
