Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
With the vegetables demolished and decimated, she took to cleaning up whatever mess she’d left behind, taking a cloth and running over any spots. “Realllllly,” she drawled, head picking up again at his insinuation. An apology for that shitty and disastrous meeting – intriguing, and probably unfortunate it had to happen at all. But for the other parts, the Honeybee couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I don’t get why everyone has to tell her how to live. She asked ways to have fun.”
Something as old as time itself. Even when Melita’s childhood had been a complete clusterfuck, she’d still found ways to amuse herself. They were probably disastrous means to someone else, but it had still been worthwhile and entertaining for a girl who’d lost almost everything. “It’s not your responsibility either,” which he knew, obviously, given the response. “Weird. Like, I’m sorry you’ve lost yourself, but you’re the one who's got to figure it out too.”
Something as old as time itself. Even when Melita’s childhood had been a complete clusterfuck, she’d still found ways to amuse herself. They were probably disastrous means to someone else, but it had still been worthwhile and entertaining for a girl who’d lost almost everything. “It’s not your responsibility either,” which he knew, obviously, given the response. “Weird. Like, I’m sorry you’ve lost yourself, but you’re the one who's got to figure it out too.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
