[Training] Staring at the ceiling, tryna fight the feeling

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Melita, who probably had never once been chill in her entire life, furrowed her brows at his words and then as he angled away from her punch. With a kite still flailing around on her wrist, her attention had to deviate to only Kaisel’s movements, and she took a big, deep breath, and tried to institute some calm that she was sorely lacking. “I think you’ll be just fine,” she murmured, cracking a grin at the thought of some swollen ass eye while they were trying to play a stupid game.

Then she had to dodge, ducking downwards and maneuvering to the right, to avoid the incoming barrage. Contemplating other endeavors, like tossing the kite at his face and seeing if that would give him a black eye (or poke it, which was probably the only actual alternative). “Have you had enough of the bullshit or you wanna keep going?” Because now she had a goal in mind and he probably wouldn’t like it.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun