to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Humming under her breath, once she was done with the egg kiosk, she skipped over to where Iskra was, head buzzing, the aroma of popcorn causing her to drift over and pluck some of out the carton. “Um, fuck yes,” she gasped, stealing several more while her eyes flickered along the tops of kiosks and game stalls. “Do you want to play something first?” Because despite her covetous glances towards the hot air balloons, the crowd and line was already massive – meaning they could swing around and do other things until the interest waned and they could beeline over.Plus there were prizes. Like shiny shit or gigantic plushies. Melita hoped some weapons would be given out too.
And she was trying to be considerate. Iskra had held the enthusiasm at bay – simply because she wanted to do something – oooh, there were ducks.
to be the sun
MELITA
