Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Unaware of the looming conversations, the back and forths, all Melita could do was try to decide.
But she’d never been like her uncle – no matter if they’d been compared to by temperament. Mercurial and capricious, chaotic and frenetic, but gods, she’d had enough. At least she’d always been steadfast and determined, bold and intrepid, firm in some multitudes. Please go, she wanted to murmur or scream, so it became only a silent prayer behind her teeth, sizzling on her tongue, a wave of embers shading the truth of the matter, as she stood along the nimbus. “I want to help,” she answered. “But I’m not going to hit him.” A kick in the balls was one thing, and this was entirely another – and she could assist in other ways. “Can I do something to snag at the…,” her hand motioned towards the giant.
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Melita answers Ronin that she won’t be aiming for Jata, but can help with the giant.
But she’d never been like her uncle – no matter if they’d been compared to by temperament. Mercurial and capricious, chaotic and frenetic, but gods, she’d had enough. At least she’d always been steadfast and determined, bold and intrepid, firm in some multitudes. Please go, she wanted to murmur or scream, so it became only a silent prayer behind her teeth, sizzling on her tongue, a wave of embers shading the truth of the matter, as she stood along the nimbus. “I want to help,” she answered. “But I’m not going to hit him.” A kick in the balls was one thing, and this was entirely another – and she could assist in other ways. “Can I do something to snag at the…,” her hand motioned towards the giant.
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Melita answers Ronin that she won’t be aiming for Jata, but can help with the giant.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
