Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Launching at the opportunity to use a knife, she hummed, grabbing hold of several vegetables and beginning to slice through them. It gave her some relief, to place violence in her hands and not pour it directly outward into anyone or anything in particular, rooting down in the branches and brambles of whatever the fuck is going on. “You guys prepping for anything in King’s End?” Seemed like a neutral topic – unless it was just brothel growth again.
Though the subject matter had her swiftly turning her head in his direction – disgust wrinkling her features. “They only talked about Fangorn? Not about the Ludo mask?” From his vantage point, the gourd waved his vines, pleased. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. It figured her companion had stolen the show, but she’d put some thought into it. “I put a lot of work into that shit.”
Though the subject matter had her swiftly turning her head in his direction – disgust wrinkling her features. “They only talked about Fangorn? Not about the Ludo mask?” From his vantage point, the gourd waved his vines, pleased. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. It figured her companion had stolen the show, but she’d put some thought into it. “I put a lot of work into that shit.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
