Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
The oodie looked fantastic – and quite frankly, Melita nearly asked the herald where it’d snagged something like that. It would’ve done wonders for her on any trip to Halo, and she looked it over with increasing awe as the herald appeared – mouth agape, then returning to a grin, wholly delighted. “I guess not,” she shrugged at the inquiry though; despite the inclination to do just that some days. “Wanted to spread your good work no matter the season,” arrived with a wink of its own, giggling as the blackened fingers grasped hold of lemondrops – and the threshold of other offerings rapidly disappearing into pockets.
Amidst the hamster cheeks and the thoughts though, they both persevered, and she wove the notions through her head, pondering who best to bother about the whole shenanigans. “These are great!” Especially if she could harass someone into playing tag or whatever. And make it much more difficult by being an asshole about it. “Stay warm! I’ll bring some cocoa next time!” She gave a generous wave, before departing, the mission already unfurling through her head.
[FIN]
Amidst the hamster cheeks and the thoughts though, they both persevered, and she wove the notions through her head, pondering who best to bother about the whole shenanigans. “These are great!” Especially if she could harass someone into playing tag or whatever. And make it much more difficult by being an asshole about it. “Stay warm! I’ll bring some cocoa next time!” She gave a generous wave, before departing, the mission already unfurling through her head.
[FIN]
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
