you must burn brighter than ever
“I’d say we’ve done excellently,” she preened, proud and wicked from atop their rooftop domicile, surveying the bedlam below. A sort of vicious satisfaction rose up over her features – domineering and ridiculous, exactly as nature had intended her to be. Fangorn joined her at her ankles, and for a few more moments, they merely watched everything unfold in fathoms of disorder, mayhem, and disarray, the way of the world fixated in true Torchline form.
Her head jerked upwards at the instructions, the grin firmly in place. “No problem.” Because it wouldn’t be – not for the youth who’d taken to scaling trees and roofs at a tender young age. “Thank you again. Let me know if you ever want to do anymore decorating,” and she giggled merrily, thoroughly amused, snagging at Fangorn, before hopping off, as if no one along the tops of the domiciles had done anything wrong.
{FIN}
Her head jerked upwards at the instructions, the grin firmly in place. “No problem.” Because it wouldn’t be – not for the youth who’d taken to scaling trees and roofs at a tender young age. “Thank you again. Let me know if you ever want to do anymore decorating,” and she giggled merrily, thoroughly amused, snagging at Fangorn, before hopping off, as if no one along the tops of the domiciles had done anything wrong.
{FIN}
Melita
