Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She noted the reluctance and hesitation, and it made something gnarl inside her. A little thorn bulging past her ribcage and contorting along her bones; maybe frustration at him, or Dahlia, or a mixture of notions in between. Some of it was entirely out of his control, and she knew that, but the forced parameters didn’t sit well with her. Another discussion for Ru, maybe, if the Valkyrie wasn’t playing the same game as her uncle. “Won’t know until you try,” she shrugged; not quite letting him off the hook.
And she wasn’t sure if she believed him either – not with the way the last line was said. But if he wanted, or had, to meander around the sentiments, she would too – but very minimally. “That settles it then,” she grinned, and it didn’t reach her eyes. Standing up instead, she meandered over to the pan and counter. “Do you need help with anything?”
And she wasn’t sure if she believed him either – not with the way the last line was said. But if he wanted, or had, to meander around the sentiments, she would too – but very minimally. “That settles it then,” she grinned, and it didn’t reach her eyes. Standing up instead, she meandered over to the pan and counter. “Do you need help with anything?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
