Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It didn’t take very long between the three, or two of them, depending on where Flora ended up as she maneuvered into nothingness. The dog fell, all remnants of purple and ash and soot signifying something Melita wouldn’t be able to name. “You all right?” She asked into the air, presuming the Doubletake was somewhere nearby, unless she’d already fucked back off to the ship.
“The fuck was this all about,” she uttered, mostly to herself, as she wandered closer. Noticing a pelt, she snagged it immediately and placed it within her bag quickly, efficiently, along with that stolen machete she’d taken from Edmund ages ago.
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Mel takes the pelt!
“The fuck was this all about,” she uttered, mostly to herself, as she wandered closer. Noticing a pelt, she snagged it immediately and placed it within her bag quickly, efficiently, along with that stolen machete she’d taken from Edmund ages ago.
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Mel takes the pelt!
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
