Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Victorious, competitive, and occasionally simply a shithead, Melita unfurled another grin at his amusement. Otherwise, she didn’t rub it in too badly, placing her hands on her hips as she wandered around the spectacular basin, features gazing directly into the blaze. “Hey, if you enjoy losing so much,” and she unfurled a haphazard, devil-may-care shrug, eyes narrowing, fixating.
But she didn’t have magic, and had no inclination to step closer to the makeshift inferno, except for her own volition and need for flames, for embers, for cinders. “There’s a lot of weird things around here,” by casual mention, referring basically to King’s End as a whole. “Found some stone steps that led up to nowhere,” the sky maybe, broken off and clattered downward, forgotten about as everything else fell to time, and the rest of them behind a barrier for hundreds of years. Whomever might’ve known had long since been gone too.
But she didn’t have magic, and had no inclination to step closer to the makeshift inferno, except for her own volition and need for flames, for embers, for cinders. “There’s a lot of weird things around here,” by casual mention, referring basically to King’s End as a whole. “Found some stone steps that led up to nowhere,” the sky maybe, broken off and clattered downward, forgotten about as everything else fell to time, and the rest of them behind a barrier for hundreds of years. Whomever might’ve known had long since been gone too.
Melita
