Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita couldn’t promise him that, based on everything else that had ever happened in the Grounds, so she shrugged. If something did come out, it’d be another target for her to unravel.
But she wasn’t banking on it. Kinda.
Going around the multitudes of lightning storms was fine by her, and she watched the frenetic dance of elements in the distance with only the slightest air and wisp of nostalgia – for that had been some chaos not so damned and drowned with trauma. Eyes still on the horizon, she snorted at his other implications. “Because for a long time, that’s all it was.” Ruin after ruin, empty lots and houses, the vague sense of emptiness, wide open fields filled with landsharks and mud monsters. “I’m glad it’s changed.”
But she wasn’t banking on it. Kinda.
Going around the multitudes of lightning storms was fine by her, and she watched the frenetic dance of elements in the distance with only the slightest air and wisp of nostalgia – for that had been some chaos not so damned and drowned with trauma. Eyes still on the horizon, she snorted at his other implications. “Because for a long time, that’s all it was.” Ruin after ruin, empty lots and houses, the vague sense of emptiness, wide open fields filled with landsharks and mud monsters. “I’m glad it’s changed.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun