[ME] every single hot take is cold as ice

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Turning her attention wholly back to Iskra, her steps were light and airy, daring and bold, if a little prideful, head and chin raised in defiance to see what he’d come up with. She didn’t anticipate spinning, but rarely had any of his suggestions been detrimental, so she eagerly and easily fitted her hands into his, clasping them together on the daring impulse. “Or fall on our asses,” she grinned in return, nose wrinkling, picturing an inevitable and swift demise to the ‘sad tornado’ as they bulleted and ricocheted back into the sand.

But she’d happily and eagerly persist with him – so she immediately leaned back, spinning in the direction he sought, intending to gain momentum in swift strides and audacious intentions.

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