Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
“Nate,” she murmured, hands splaying on the glass fixtures, rendering them clean and complete with the fruit and vegetables. “He was involved in that latest siege on Stormbreak.” That was probably enough to be said on that front – but she’d also seen him adopt orphans and nurture her through thick and thin, while she strived to remain a solace every time Sunjata seemed to wreak havoc on their relationship. “But he’s loving and kind too. I don’t know.” She shrugged, incapable of describing the nuances when she still wasn’t certain herself.
As for the bizarre imagery, her brows furrowed, contemplating the weapons in her bag nearby. “Maybe we should finish up quickly then,” she gestured to the panels, and all the scraps and pieces she’d certainly rendered everywhere.
As for the bizarre imagery, her brows furrowed, contemplating the weapons in her bag nearby. “Maybe we should finish up quickly then,” she gestured to the panels, and all the scraps and pieces she’d certainly rendered everywhere.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
