Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She winked, content with the knowledge of devilry and amusements, and then shrugging at the thoughts of stone walls and dull tomes. She’d give him the excuses of escapes, escapades, and avoidance; understanding the need for it.
Her brows furrowed at the Maeve circumstances – hurt and sick – which seemed so beyond her image of the once-Queen. “Let me know if you guys need anything,” because for all the busy nature of the woman, she’d always made time for others in those ways.
“Consider it done,” with notions about Harper, putting it in the back of her mind for the upcoming seasonal change. Maybe she could even scare the shit out of him for fun!
And with that, they could finish meals and conversations.
{FIN}
Her brows furrowed at the Maeve circumstances – hurt and sick – which seemed so beyond her image of the once-Queen. “Let me know if you guys need anything,” because for all the busy nature of the woman, she’d always made time for others in those ways.
“Consider it done,” with notions about Harper, putting it in the back of her mind for the upcoming seasonal change. Maybe she could even scare the shit out of him for fun!
And with that, they could finish meals and conversations.
{FIN}
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
