Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
“Yeah, well, when have I ever done that?” came on a Cheshire curl of a smile, as she launched towards another series of stars. In truth, she tried to follow orders…sometimes, but the inspiration for cannon fodder or trying to simultaneously save things had always been driven by her impulse.
But then there was more sense into the whole charade, and he could’ve just said that from the beginning. She rolled her eyes, though not pointedly at Jack, instead eventually casting her lot and glancing down into the basket of reflected pools and constellations. The grin widened, which should’ve been a warning, maybe, that this was a horrible notion and idea. Or the best yet. Who knew. Her head shot upwards again, gilded gaze cast in a nefarious sort of delight. “Does that mean I get to shoot the thing?”
But then there was more sense into the whole charade, and he could’ve just said that from the beginning. She rolled her eyes, though not pointedly at Jack, instead eventually casting her lot and glancing down into the basket of reflected pools and constellations. The grin widened, which should’ve been a warning, maybe, that this was a horrible notion and idea. Or the best yet. Who knew. Her head shot upwards again, gilded gaze cast in a nefarious sort of delight. “Does that mean I get to shoot the thing?”
Melita
