to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Korofi tidbits gave her a hint to a world she’d never seen or been involved with; despite her bastard of a father’s actions in her life. As the tablecloth was chosen, Melita opted to help herself with a ‘don’t mind if I do’ approach towards the cocktail ingredients, mixing more of the honey concoction.And since she didn’t have much of an insight on the proceedings, other than she was going to be there ayyeeee, her glance inclined towards her uncle.
Hidden Enzo (uh, what? Like a ghost??), Remi, Deimos maybe…and then her brows went upward at the notions of Kiada. She’d forgotten those two were close. “Oh. Yeah. It’ll be fine.” She waved her hand easily. “I didn’t kill her last time I saw her.” Would she even wander here? Meh. “Does she have any other friends that might want to come?” Obviously not Talyson, because then Ludo’s demigod truly would commit a crime in the bar.
to be the sun
MELITA
