[Milliways: Haddyn 2293]
Mel stared out over the rooftops for longer than she could keep track of, accurately. Long after her brother's ashes had blown away or settled wherever they weren't going to move from. On her blood soaked clothes, on in her hair, some even into her partially open mouth.
Silently, she turns her back on the skyline and turns to home, holding her scythe in the same hand, and never in the back of her shirt.
Legs the monkey demon greets her with his usual loud partly-angry screech, which gets angrier when she barely seems to hear him and louder when he sees she's heading right back to the window she's spent most of the day coming in and out of.
Mel needs a shower.
Silently, she turns her back on the skyline and turns to home, holding her scythe in the same hand, and never in the back of her shirt.
Legs the monkey demon greets her with his usual loud partly-angry screech, which gets angrier when she barely seems to hear him and louder when he sees she's heading right back to the window she's spent most of the day coming in and out of.
Mel needs a shower.