Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
She could only watch as Remi shifted, streaking towards the cliffs. Ronin’s statement caused her spine to stiffen, straight and taut as she sat along the nimbus, willing her fingers to stop shaking. Because what if it was her uncle? Then what? He already had multitudes of problems with the two demigods before her, potential involvement in past transgressions and assaults in Stormbreak –
And now –
She would’ve liked to have shouted at him – a lash of her vicious temper to send him scurrying.
But maybe it was too late.
Her jaw clenched and her hands tightened again, until nails dug into her palms, eyes catching the segment of wings stretching from the Huntsman, and suddenly she felt very small and finite. “What do you want me to do?” might as well have been a whisper on the wind as they scaled closer and closer.
And now –
She would’ve liked to have shouted at him – a lash of her vicious temper to send him scurrying.
But maybe it was too late.
Her jaw clenched and her hands tightened again, until nails dug into her palms, eyes catching the segment of wings stretching from the Huntsman, and suddenly she felt very small and finite. “What do you want me to do?” might as well have been a whisper on the wind as they scaled closer and closer.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
