but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
The suggestion of other tricks had Melita raising her eyebrows, either suspiciously or in a conspiring measure, but let the entire conversation go in favor of the cannons. Her features rendered themselves quickly to disappointment, a level frown drawn across her lips, at the notion that Saiden didn’t know. Perhaps it was fine that others weren’t fascinated or intrigued by other munitions like she was; but to live amongst them and not comprehend? Maybe that’s why Jack had said they needed some others.
And he seemed fine with this bout of ignorance – accepting his fate as a cook. “Never wanted to learn?” She tilted her head, a vague inquiry; only because she’d been a greedy, grasping, mercenary creature her entire life, always striving, always trying, to grab hold of anything she could: whether it was information, skills, or some other assemblage of tenacity.
And he seemed fine with this bout of ignorance – accepting his fate as a cook. “Never wanted to learn?” She tilted her head, a vague inquiry; only because she’d been a greedy, grasping, mercenary creature her entire life, always striving, always trying, to grab hold of anything she could: whether it was information, skills, or some other assemblage of tenacity.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
