Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It’d been a long time since any gathering amongst the Smugglers. But Melita knew the interfolds of the message, of the notes scattered and sent, placing it within her pockets and ambling forth. The Fingers were familiar, given how many times she’d ventured in and out of it (fighting monsters, mostly), and took no time at all to find the pathways, to lift the candles and blow them out as she went along.
A modest crowd had already formed, and she nodded to each, grabbing hold of a bottle of brandy on her way by the table – though her eyes widened curiously at Maeve’s presence, she said naught about it. Thereafter, she skipped herself over to a seat, ready and able to listen, presuming Jack had taken hold and command of this lot too.
A modest crowd had already formed, and she nodded to each, grabbing hold of a bottle of brandy on her way by the table – though her eyes widened curiously at Maeve’s presence, she said naught about it. Thereafter, she skipped herself over to a seat, ready and able to listen, presuming Jack had taken hold and command of this lot too.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
