Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Hm. That wasn’t what she’d expected either. Even through the haze of torchlight she could see his discomfort, the slow reflexes, the unwieldy way the trident worked. Wrinkling her nose for his own sake, the youth glanced down at her share of pebbles, before picking up another. “All right, I’m going to go a little faster this time.” Maybe that would help. Maybe it wouldn’t.
Rolling her shoulders, the youth wound up – far more than her lob from last time, but lacking any power. Speed was the certainty in this; quick actions a necessity, intending to assist and help with the broaching of those skills.
And if it marred him - oops.
Rolling her shoulders, the youth wound up – far more than her lob from last time, but lacking any power. Speed was the certainty in this; quick actions a necessity, intending to assist and help with the broaching of those skills.
And if it marred him - oops.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
