Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Not to worry Koa, more ridiculousness was on the way.
She rubbed her arm at the slide off and graze, mulishly wrinkling her nose, listening to the alterations in punching notations. “Huh. Cool.” As long as he remembered which was which, she supposed.
Pretending the round of applause was nothing, because she’d already had to do that once or twice, she instigated another crescendo. Except, this time, it was just…a seemingly endless surplus of rubber ducks reigning from the sky and drifting downwards; all shapes and sizes, all wondrous hues, coming from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. She didn’t even have the heart to look mad – simply a glorious queen in her wake of…fake waterfowl.
Maybe one would hit Koa in the head.
“No explanation for this one either,” she managed to quip with merely a shrug.
She rubbed her arm at the slide off and graze, mulishly wrinkling her nose, listening to the alterations in punching notations. “Huh. Cool.” As long as he remembered which was which, she supposed.
Pretending the round of applause was nothing, because she’d already had to do that once or twice, she instigated another crescendo. Except, this time, it was just…a seemingly endless surplus of rubber ducks reigning from the sky and drifting downwards; all shapes and sizes, all wondrous hues, coming from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. She didn’t even have the heart to look mad – simply a glorious queen in her wake of…fake waterfowl.
Maybe one would hit Koa in the head.
“No explanation for this one either,” she managed to quip with merely a shrug.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
