Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Oh grand, another shitshow.
Melita had received the note. Had sighed. Had contemplated stopping him entirely, and then opting out of that motion and notion with a shake of her head. She wasn’t certain what else could be done (and when had all of this transpired with Nate?) other than some epic, grand, dramatic showdown.
If anything went through, or happened at all.
So the youth gathered her weapons, armed, locked, and loaded. She had no intentions or thoughts on carrying out the deed herself – but was certainly there, in force and with might and precision, in case her uncle needed it.
Seriously though, where was Nate?
And sure enough, by the time she arrived, the Flood had already gained some audience members. She drew alongside Ronin, but made no gesture, no movement, otherwise. Her stance and presence would likely say enough.
Melita had received the note. Had sighed. Had contemplated stopping him entirely, and then opting out of that motion and notion with a shake of her head. She wasn’t certain what else could be done (and when had all of this transpired with Nate?) other than some epic, grand, dramatic showdown.
If anything went through, or happened at all.
So the youth gathered her weapons, armed, locked, and loaded. She had no intentions or thoughts on carrying out the deed herself – but was certainly there, in force and with might and precision, in case her uncle needed it.
Seriously though, where was Nate?
And sure enough, by the time she arrived, the Flood had already gained some audience members. She drew alongside Ronin, but made no gesture, no movement, otherwise. Her stance and presence would likely say enough.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
