[ME] every single hot take is cold as ice

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Her glance became wry and narrowed – suspicious, specious, pondering if he was going to pull the first punch or follow through on the offered plan. The steady counting drilled its way into her ear, then she had to make her own determinations; to release early and flicker away, or go along with the less than foolproof designation.

In the end, she remained steady and firm, waiting for him to unfurl – and when he seemed to do exactly as he said, she snorted, and then was sent skittering on the propulsion. With a heavy amount of laughter, she immediately crashed into the sand, dizzy and unsteady, the lack of coordination clear despite no consumption of alcohol yet. “That was so ridiculous,” she countered with nothing more than glee on her features and the sea breeze wrapped around her.

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