Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita hadn’t expected any company; but then again, when one designs their day mostly around poor impulse control, anything occurring outside of the present moment could be a bit of a surprise. Her head jerked upwards at the unfamiliar voice, brow arching immediately – as apparently he didn’t hold a fondness for her stanzas yet either.
Leaning back and listening, arms crossed over her chest, she snorted. “No, no, I like the part about razors.” Jotting down similar verses, she lifted hers up and began to recite, seeing and gauging reactions from her makeshift crowd. “You’re all a bunch of liars, I’d like to see you on big ass pyres.” It probably wasn’t the right tone for the event – but then again, the Honeybee had always been a bit bold and impudent.
Fangorn grimaced, but Sila seemed to like it, based on the puff of smoke swirling from her nostrils. “Sorry, I don’t know who you are,” Melita offered instead, though she might have recognized him from crowds or some shit. If she paid attention to anything besides food and the next barrage and sieges. “I’m Melita.”
Leaning back and listening, arms crossed over her chest, she snorted. “No, no, I like the part about razors.” Jotting down similar verses, she lifted hers up and began to recite, seeing and gauging reactions from her makeshift crowd. “You’re all a bunch of liars, I’d like to see you on big ass pyres.” It probably wasn’t the right tone for the event – but then again, the Honeybee had always been a bit bold and impudent.
Fangorn grimaced, but Sila seemed to like it, based on the puff of smoke swirling from her nostrils. “Sorry, I don’t know who you are,” Melita offered instead, though she might have recognized him from crowds or some shit. If she paid attention to anything besides food and the next barrage and sieges. “I’m Melita.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
