#the writers room should've stayed at 13 people instead of three

[marsreds]

something something mel's makeup as the tears she won't let fall.

something something the gold as noxus, the true source of her love and loss and what's causing them and why they'll never flow.

something something mel was shaped by noxus and she carries it on her skin like armor, like a brand.

something something having her sorrow front and center, outright glowing (especially when they put her in the shadows, as they liked to do) yet never allowing anyone to see it for what it is.

something something mel knowing where she's from and what made her into what she is, yet deciding to forge her own path.

until she can't anymore.