Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita wished she could say you ain’t seen nothing yet or some other fantastic quip for the ages. That she must've seemed mighty and vicious and gloriously powerful.
Instead, she simply watched as the ducks began their miring of the Dragoon, burying and blotting and treacherously snaking and sneaking around as exclamations were unfurled and crushing began. It had to be one of the most ridiculous scenes anyone could ever come across, which was why the Honeybee was suddenly doubled over in laughter.
It was a good-natured set of giggles extending from her chest and stomach with rapt enthusiasm and ardor she hadn’t felt in ages - good - even if the spar had been spectacularly stupid. Eventually she had to sit down, moving several ducks out of her way so her ribs would stop aching and she could catch her breath, before looking over at Koa’s dumbfounded face and starting the whole thing over. “Gods,” she managed to whisper, shaking her head. “I wish I could say I was sorry…,” but it’d be a lie and they both knew it.
Rubbing at her eyes, she dashed away a few tears laden with humor instead of sorrow, a little breathless. “You all right over there?”
Instead, she simply watched as the ducks began their miring of the Dragoon, burying and blotting and treacherously snaking and sneaking around as exclamations were unfurled and crushing began. It had to be one of the most ridiculous scenes anyone could ever come across, which was why the Honeybee was suddenly doubled over in laughter.
It was a good-natured set of giggles extending from her chest and stomach with rapt enthusiasm and ardor she hadn’t felt in ages - good - even if the spar had been spectacularly stupid. Eventually she had to sit down, moving several ducks out of her way so her ribs would stop aching and she could catch her breath, before looking over at Koa’s dumbfounded face and starting the whole thing over. “Gods,” she managed to whisper, shaking her head. “I wish I could say I was sorry…,” but it’d be a lie and they both knew it.
Rubbing at her eyes, she dashed away a few tears laden with humor instead of sorrow, a little breathless. “You all right over there?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
