to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Actually Isla, she most certainly could, and one couldn’t deny it’d be fucking hilarious. Rolling her eyes and snorting, because it would’ve lifted her spirits to rampage over the rampant little shits, she adhered to the task at hand instead. The enemy, which was technically their ally and leader and all his spectacles, was just on the horizon. “Hang on,” she blurted outwards with a vicious little laugh, her Cheshire grin turning malicious and her mind churning into nothing but an ongoing slate of speed demon quandaries. She unfurled the sails further, and the Firecracker responded in the same spirit, barreling and charging. No, they wouldn’t be able to actually turn at this quick, sharp entanglement, but the Honeybee had no intentions of doing so. Straight on, fully intending to win.
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Melita keeps on keeping on.
to be the sun
MELITA
