[Se] I need color

Melita

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

Taking the last pane into her hands, she followed through on the other assortments, fixated on ensuring they came out to represent her friends in gilded perfection and facets. The notions of power, from Darkeye’s perspective, were somewhat chilling and sobering in her mind. Of Kisamoa, of her ruined world, of her mother fending off the nothingness, of sacrileges and sacrifices that had come to naught.

But something else he said clicked against her brain, and her head raised up quickly, the words forming on her tongue without hesitation, brazen and confused. “Would you join her?” Ascend? Change his form into something completely foreign? Dependent on a single entity? After everything he’d heard?

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