Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita bit into her sandwich as well, and sipped down the wine with equal measure and fervor. Humming again, she glanced back to survey the rest of the scene, where the guard seemed to be escorting the woman out of hearing range; given how many now seemed intent on approaching and getting involved. “Makes someone want to do it again though,” she snickered, before continuing with her food.
Torchline was a breezier topic anyway – and the Honeybee arched a brow, not realizing how much work and effort Isla had actually put into the notions. Despite her mother’s predilections, the demigod had never followed her mother’s professional route – her twin might’ve, had she lived into adulthood – Melita had been far too busy fighting tooth and nail for whatever she could scrape up. And it made her want to survive, beat, and pummel, rather than mend. “Oh, well. Maybe you could make a pulley system.” She gave another grand grin, as if this was a wondrous idea – sending injured people up on ropes and pallets.
Torchline was a breezier topic anyway – and the Honeybee arched a brow, not realizing how much work and effort Isla had actually put into the notions. Despite her mother’s predilections, the demigod had never followed her mother’s professional route – her twin might’ve, had she lived into adulthood – Melita had been far too busy fighting tooth and nail for whatever she could scrape up. And it made her want to survive, beat, and pummel, rather than mend. “Oh, well. Maybe you could make a pulley system.” She gave another grand grin, as if this was a wondrous idea – sending injured people up on ropes and pallets.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
