Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
It freed her hands and gave her something to do while he talked, a restlessness clinging to the forefront of her mind that she likely wouldn’t be able to shake until later. Taking portions and pieces of food, and laying it amongst the wax lined fabric, she also secured any extra plates, glasses, and utensils, listening all the while.
Silver and leather seemed to encompass Nate a great deal, and while not the whole physical entity of him, an accurate representation of his daily life. Stars, birds, and maybe rings – her brow furrowed, deep in contemplation, before the inquiry meandered back to her, and she realized how quiet she’d gone.
“Oh, um,” and immediately she knew it probably wasn’t good enough, but that meant there were second chances in this interim and upcoming season. “I had it in all black, with bright blue streaks of electricity and lightning going down the sides.”
Silver and leather seemed to encompass Nate a great deal, and while not the whole physical entity of him, an accurate representation of his daily life. Stars, birds, and maybe rings – her brow furrowed, deep in contemplation, before the inquiry meandered back to her, and she realized how quiet she’d gone.
“Oh, um,” and immediately she knew it probably wasn’t good enough, but that meant there were second chances in this interim and upcoming season. “I had it in all black, with bright blue streaks of electricity and lightning going down the sides.”
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
