to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita, not jumping back as the skulls began to echo and announce, grew all the more amused, her brightened smile only unfurling further as she did as she was commanded. Popping several candies into the bony jaws, and watching the entire display, she didn’t expect the eye sockets to round back on her. Maybe in her ignorance she thought herself free of any impending wrath.Her own gaze widened, but then narrowed to a fixture at Iskra’s proclamation and blush, figuring she’d play along. Any serious conversation about it could happen later. “I didn’t think so, but I’ll look into it. Good food for thought,” she smiled and winked on her promise, before shuffling back so the tasks could be heard – mind already whirling on other expectations and certainties, before they could depart.
[FIN]
to be the sun
MELITA
