[Se] I need color

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

Melita, not well versed in the use of water other than its rudimentary components (drinking, bathing, splashing around, sailing on), tilted her head a fraction at the inquiry, clearly confused. “How would it do that?” Did he mean like how they’d been smoothed out? Her only recollections were that of the stones near the Crimson Cataract, beaten over and over by the rush and roar of the ruby falls.

Easily distracted and entertained, the offer gave her a giddy sense of enthusiasm, grin widening into something devilish and probably should’ve been a fair warning. “I can do the window! Just show me what to do?”

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me