Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
That jibe was enough to send a blistering wave of emotions, a vivid snarl beginning to curl along her lips – eyes narrowing, dangerous and insistent, while Sila curled further into her tresses and Fangorn rumbled; a warning. “Let him? Fuck you Darkeye. You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to reason with him.” About anything and everything – from Safrin’s exploits to the fizzling and fissure of breaking apart their own family, stitching it back together with the tiniest spools of thread, and then not even bothering to include her in its midst. “Take some accountability. They warned you to leave. You didn’t either.”
Insulting her and trying to cover his own ass certainly wasn’t making it up to the Honeybee, and with the way her fists clenched, and breath unfurled, this conversation was taking a mired and lethal turn. “I’m going to defend my home.”
Insulting her and trying to cover his own ass certainly wasn’t making it up to the Honeybee, and with the way her fists clenched, and breath unfurled, this conversation was taking a mired and lethal turn. “I’m going to defend my home.”
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
