Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
At the very least, Melita was persistent, stubborn, and determined as she was impetuous. They might’ve evened out at some point. She repeated the directions, line by line, in her head, and then utilized Darkeye’s facets and instructions again – wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand when she was done with the finer grains and sands, and they began to transform into something else altogether. “What do you think?”
Her eyes watched for a moment as the food was utilized for finishing touches and eating, and she managed a snort. Fangorn poked his nose towards the potato too, clearly curious, despite being a carnivorous being. Maybe the smell had been overly enticing.
Her eyes watched for a moment as the food was utilized for finishing touches and eating, and she managed a snort. Fangorn poked his nose towards the potato too, clearly curious, despite being a carnivorous being. Maybe the smell had been overly enticing.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
