Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Sure,” she said casually in return, eyes cutting away from the table and back to him. Searching, really, for any sign of something, and perhaps she didn’t expect the reel of indifference or the casualness of it. Maybe she should have, after recent conversations – because it didn’t seem to affect him at all. There’d been some hope that events would spark more than innate selfishness; Melita couldn’t save herself from that either, but with the world at large threatened…she’d rather think it was the infestation nestled in his bones than the general malaise about everything else driving the coolness. Or just the chaos that had happened when he did give a shit – wars and Nate and Safrin rolled into one.
His laugh caused her brows to arch though, and she leaned back in her chair. “I mean, do you have to tell him?” If it was open, wouldn’t it be for everyone? Did they need special permission or to record who had been infected? “And I’m sure you could play your cards with Ru. If she asked…” she gave a shrug in response. Weren’t the Sword and Valkyrie close?
Then again, were these all just excuses? “Or do you want to remain infected?”
His laugh caused her brows to arch though, and she leaned back in her chair. “I mean, do you have to tell him?” If it was open, wouldn’t it be for everyone? Did they need special permission or to record who had been infected? “And I’m sure you could play your cards with Ru. If she asked…” she gave a shrug in response. Weren’t the Sword and Valkyrie close?
Then again, were these all just excuses? “Or do you want to remain infected?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
