to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
Her brow arched at Jack’s smile, a trace of huh left in her mind, not bothering to reflect on it further – though, perhaps the last time she’d seen it had been in the middle of a fight, or something equally violent. Leaving it alone, she yawned and stretched away from the railing, her eyes going towards the Feverlands in general. “Yeah. I can lead you a little further in, where it’s not real shit. But this whole place fuckin’ sucks,” she warned, rolling her shoulders and peeling towards the sails again.
Letting them unfurl, she waited until Jack was ready, before beginning to peel their way amidst the swampy doldrum, presuming he’d follow. Even without the constant rain, the lands themselves leave a lot to be desired – the constant aroma lifting upwards to strike them in the senses, and the putrid fog winding its way through the vessels. Eventually, they came over an area that while still an all-consuming shithole, didn’t seem the kind to swallow the Ark whole. “Here might be good,” she hollered, hands cupped around her mouth so her voice wasn’t lost in the rain.
Letting them unfurl, she waited until Jack was ready, before beginning to peel their way amidst the swampy doldrum, presuming he’d follow. Even without the constant rain, the lands themselves leave a lot to be desired – the constant aroma lifting upwards to strike them in the senses, and the putrid fog winding its way through the vessels. Eventually, they came over an area that while still an all-consuming shithole, didn’t seem the kind to swallow the Ark whole. “Here might be good,” she hollered, hands cupped around her mouth so her voice wasn’t lost in the rain.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
