Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Her heart wasn’t into it; and one wouldn’t need to read minds to see it. Written plainly on her face, in the frowns, in the half-hearted hold of her bow, in the way she didn’t reach for another arrow. A stretch of something hurt, and it flickered around her chest.
Melita’s eyes rested on Locke though, parading around, and she shook her head. If they had another method to lure them away from the ship, rather than following people, because eventually, their chef would need to escape. “If we have some meat, we might be able to lure them away,” she offered, uncertain if Jack would be willing to give up a portion of the precious food, or if she’d be sent off hunting with those notions and ideas.
Melita’s eyes rested on Locke though, parading around, and she shook her head. If they had another method to lure them away from the ship, rather than following people, because eventually, their chef would need to escape. “If we have some meat, we might be able to lure them away,” she offered, uncertain if Jack would be willing to give up a portion of the precious food, or if she’d be sent off hunting with those notions and ideas.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
