Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
For some inexplicable reason (lack of foresight, or…thought, for that matter), Melita wouldn’t have ever believed Vox would just fucking talk to them out of the blue. But the moment she heard the staticky pop – she froze and stilled entirely – spine ramrod straight and compounded into something equally tense and malicious.
Even the compliments extended her way did nothing to ease the sedition layered through her limbs. If she could snag a weapon quickly, would she be able to counter the little shit?
Her eyes flickered down to the paper and she scowled, a vicious little image. “Fuckwad,” she murmured, before jerking the parchment away and shoving it down into one of the many pockets in her bag – likely to be forgotten and misplaced, but the encounter certainly not.
She could feel her companions’ urgency throughout her mind, and she stood from the bench. “Yeah – could you show me? I’ve suddenly lost all will to stay around…this.”
Even the compliments extended her way did nothing to ease the sedition layered through her limbs. If she could snag a weapon quickly, would she be able to counter the little shit?
Her eyes flickered down to the paper and she scowled, a vicious little image. “Fuckwad,” she murmured, before jerking the parchment away and shoving it down into one of the many pockets in her bag – likely to be forgotten and misplaced, but the encounter certainly not.
She could feel her companions’ urgency throughout her mind, and she stood from the bench. “Yeah – could you show me? I’ve suddenly lost all will to stay around…this.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
