to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Melita had taken to the skies hours before, letting the clouds, the rain, the spectacle of weather and wide-open parallels be a place where she could drown in the wake of her thoughts. It wasn’t a normal experience – she’d much rather forgo any semblance of synapses and simply rely solely on impulse, but lately her world required more than the inherent itch and caprice of compulsion. Demigod fragments; having been yanked and pulled into channeling debacles and either being useless, a distraction, or nearly getting herself killed (again) in the process, wondering if she was even worth all that melancholic drama…then there was Iskra, drawing lines, definitions -
And oh, look, Jack too.
She’d know the Ark anywhere on the horizon; the familiar outline silhouetted against stormclouds and rain. And despite the need for mindful proportions, she unfurled the sails, bit into that mercurial state of whims and vices, and let the Firecracker speed along, draw alongside the hovering vessel, Captain, and crew.
Something she’d always thought she’d been apart of – well, until recently anyway. There were a thousand things she’d like to say, but instead, let it all linger behind her teeth until she needed to draw on those daggers. “Well, look who it is,” she shouted, completely soaked but seemingly unbothered by it all, practically hanging out the side of her ship, leaning along the railing as she waved to the crew and Jack. The faux smile planted on her features might’ve been a warning sign, but she doubted the man would care. “Long time no see!”
And oh, look, Jack too.
She’d know the Ark anywhere on the horizon; the familiar outline silhouetted against stormclouds and rain. And despite the need for mindful proportions, she unfurled the sails, bit into that mercurial state of whims and vices, and let the Firecracker speed along, draw alongside the hovering vessel, Captain, and crew.
Something she’d always thought she’d been apart of – well, until recently anyway. There were a thousand things she’d like to say, but instead, let it all linger behind her teeth until she needed to draw on those daggers. “Well, look who it is,” she shouted, completely soaked but seemingly unbothered by it all, practically hanging out the side of her ship, leaning along the railing as she waved to the crew and Jack. The faux smile planted on her features might’ve been a warning sign, but she doubted the man would care. “Long time no see!”
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
