there's always a glimmer in those
“You didn’t know,” she mumbled; though neither had she. It had called back to the Rift – where monsters roamed and she’d been a shield, a protector, for her sibling until she failed at that too. Shadows crept and maneuvered, devouring, consuming, bludgeoning, and then there’d been nothing left. But those immoral stirrings hadn’t been within her pulse for a long, long while; preparation had always been key. Perhaps that was where her mind and body had reacted; no weapons in hand, no way to rally, no way to soften the blows – like that poor man on the skeletal beast – nowhere to go but to demise.
She sipped at the tea more delicately now, wrapped up in companions and warmth. A long sigh warred through her, schooling her expression into something neutral, rather than the blank insistence of trauma, or the tempestuous edges curling at her seams. Her eyes lifted back up to Maeve, giving some semblance of a weak smile. “That would be lovely, thank you.” And then the gaze settled on the beehives, on the honey left alone in the squall. “I can finish this, and then maybe we can try again?”
She sipped at the tea more delicately now, wrapped up in companions and warmth. A long sigh warred through her, schooling her expression into something neutral, rather than the blank insistence of trauma, or the tempestuous edges curling at her seams. Her eyes lifted back up to Maeve, giving some semblance of a weak smile. “That would be lovely, thank you.” And then the gaze settled on the beehives, on the honey left alone in the squall. “I can finish this, and then maybe we can try again?”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
