it's mine because it has my name on it

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Oh, she would’ve gone for more than just a pinch. Maybe a punch. But her nose wrinkled in turn as he pre-emptively swatted her away, so she only gave a very long and sullen eyeroll. She’d save it for later.

“Yeah well, could be worse,” and she shrugged again. Like with banshees streaking towards them, or whatever the hell lived under the bone bridge (she never bothered to find out – but could imagine some stark possibilities), mud monsters, another demon…

The guesstimation made her cringe too, because she wouldn’t know what to do to fill the time. Taunt and be annoying seemed to fit the moment. “Want to hear about some of the traumatic events here?”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun