Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
May have been more of a warning for Sohalia. Who was to say?
The Honeybee couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the notions of Stormbreak but those were based on a variety of experiences. Uncles dying. Shittier uncles trying to get relics. Swimming around while there was a rock giant manifested from cliffsides and other demigods swarming her said shitty uncle. “Oh, congratulations,” came along a somewhat bleak tone, but there wasn’t quite a right explanation for why. Vibes.
When the youth had warmed up and ignored her headache for motion, movement, and ferocity, she snorted at the insinuation. “Please. I don’t pass up opportunities for spars.” And…violence, but anyway.
Melita came in swinging, all quick, rapid, swift control, years of practice instilled into muscle memory, aiming for Sohalia’s lower legs.
The Honeybee couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the notions of Stormbreak but those were based on a variety of experiences. Uncles dying. Shittier uncles trying to get relics. Swimming around while there was a rock giant manifested from cliffsides and other demigods swarming her said shitty uncle. “Oh, congratulations,” came along a somewhat bleak tone, but there wasn’t quite a right explanation for why. Vibes.
When the youth had warmed up and ignored her headache for motion, movement, and ferocity, she snorted at the insinuation. “Please. I don’t pass up opportunities for spars.” And…violence, but anyway.
Melita came in swinging, all quick, rapid, swift control, years of practice instilled into muscle memory, aiming for Sohalia’s lower legs.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
