Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
For once, Melita was quiet and contemplative, taking her time, biding out considerations rather than leaping into the first thing that sprang to mind. Picking out her lantern pieces one by one, she laid them out on the flattened proportions of the boulder, carefully mapping out the details in her head. “I think we all have opinions on many different things,” she began. “And our experiences tend to shape them.” Where Darkeye hadn’t been here very long, she could see where some of his statements might land him on opposing fronts – especially with those in the Hollowed Grounds, striving to prepare for what laid ahead.
Then her brow furrowed again. “Wait – what about Stormbreak?”
And then the other segments of Bastien being dead that widened her eyes. The shock pooled into her fingers, until she gradually had to hide the sudden shaking by curling them back into her palms. No tears came, but her head hung lower, a long, long withering sigh flickering out from her lungs. “I didn’t know him well, but when I did encounter him he was nothing but kind to me. Gave me some painting lessons.” Rexanna’s husband. Azrael’s father. Taken by a fucking landshark.
With another fire-forged air, she sat more upright, glaring at the lantern base now. “Well, what we do during this time of year is make lanterns for our fallen friends and family. At the end of the season, we have the Festival of Lights. We hang the lanterns, and Ludo chooses someone to see their loved ones again.” For a moment in time – however brief. “So we should make some for Bastien.”
Then her brow furrowed again. “Wait – what about Stormbreak?”
And then the other segments of Bastien being dead that widened her eyes. The shock pooled into her fingers, until she gradually had to hide the sudden shaking by curling them back into her palms. No tears came, but her head hung lower, a long, long withering sigh flickering out from her lungs. “I didn’t know him well, but when I did encounter him he was nothing but kind to me. Gave me some painting lessons.” Rexanna’s husband. Azrael’s father. Taken by a fucking landshark.
With another fire-forged air, she sat more upright, glaring at the lantern base now. “Well, what we do during this time of year is make lanterns for our fallen friends and family. At the end of the season, we have the Festival of Lights. We hang the lanterns, and Ludo chooses someone to see their loved ones again.” For a moment in time – however brief. “So we should make some for Bastien.”
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
