Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Her brows furrowed slightly, uncertain where she’d even begin. “Bastien liked to host lavish parties. We had a murder mystery one, once.” Her hands closed over another stone, picking and choosing the brightest, the best, that came along the geyser’s outline. “And Rexanna always helped, it seemed. No matter what was needed.” She collected the fragments and stones in her palms, crouching down along the heat of the pool, casting her gaze back up to Darkeye for an instant. “How are you going to cut the stone?” She supposed she could always wander off for a bit and snag at some sea glass somewhere along the shores, if they couldn’t figure out another plan.
As far as the landsharks? She wasn’t certain. “I think the creatures have been around far longer than us. And most of the time you don’t hear anything too bad about them. Every once in a while…” and she shrugged.
As far as the landsharks? She wasn’t certain. “I think the creatures have been around far longer than us. And most of the time you don’t hear anything too bad about them. Every once in a while…” and she shrugged.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
