Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She watched him very carefully – as perhaps one often did with strangers, an observant cast upon her features. Survival had always been a key point in her life; and she had made multiple estimations based on individuals, that had ensured her opportunities weren’t forfeit. They’d pretend no one had seen her cut down by a god damned lightning strike though.
But she logged the name away, nodding and penciling down some other fragments to make the poem a bit more succinct. “And then I can add: fuck off to your own world, before you end up…,” her eyes narrowed for a second, and then her head tilted again. “Hurled?”
As far as her own demigod status, her features brightened – the snicker suddenly sharp and Cheshire too. “I am.” Eyes meandering over his features again, and spying ‘Ancient’ observations, she considered probabilities – well, as much as Melita ever would. “You here for…,” she gestured at the ground, as if not to give them away to the ether. “Searching too?”
But she logged the name away, nodding and penciling down some other fragments to make the poem a bit more succinct. “And then I can add: fuck off to your own world, before you end up…,” her eyes narrowed for a second, and then her head tilted again. “Hurled?”
As far as her own demigod status, her features brightened – the snicker suddenly sharp and Cheshire too. “I am.” Eyes meandering over his features again, and spying ‘Ancient’ observations, she considered probabilities – well, as much as Melita ever would. “You here for…,” she gestured at the ground, as if not to give them away to the ether. “Searching too?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
