Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Oh, Melita could feel the injury, but the emboldened nature of her indulgence for violence ensured she’d be smarting well, well after these occurrences. Too caught up in the vehemence of it all – much like any experiences amid Caido’s monstrous havens; if she slowed down, if she winced, if she bled, she could be picked off like anyone else.
So she persisted and rallied despite her body’s concentrated efforts otherwise, until the laughter rang and the yielding proclaimed. At the notions, she ceased altogether, the bright, Cheshire grin plastered on her features once more. “You did really well though. Huge improvements since I saw you last.” The Honeybee’s skills had developed on a means for survival – Sohalia had clearly been given impressive instruction.
So she persisted and rallied despite her body’s concentrated efforts otherwise, until the laughter rang and the yielding proclaimed. At the notions, she ceased altogether, the bright, Cheshire grin plastered on her features once more. “You did really well though. Huge improvements since I saw you last.” The Honeybee’s skills had developed on a means for survival – Sohalia had clearly been given impressive instruction.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
