to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The mere thought of her newfound item melting had her reeling. “Shiiiit,” before immediately wrapping the poor thing back up and stuffing it into her bag, hopefully beside the coolest object in there (her water bottle? Her ice arrows?). “Okay, still the best thing ever, just uh – not here.”Besides, there was already the duck game to consider. She wasn’t even remotely bothered that most of the others in line were children – towering above them while she contemplated prizes and popcorn. “I want an actual duck,” she glared at the worker, who didn’t seem the least bit concerned with her request. Huffing a little, she rolled her eyes when it was their turn, holding the hook pole. “I don’t think it requires much skill,” at Iskra ‘s proclamation, though if she ended up with something like a fucking hair tie, she’d probably go apeshit.
Taking it all very seriously, she stuck out her tongue in concentration, wielding the hook over the farthest duck, and snagging at it with relative ease. “Fuck yeah,” came on a hiss and a juvenile grin to the kid near her elbow, half-tempted to brag in front of the likely five-year-old. When the carnie came over after exchanging her prize though, her face fell a little. While certainly bird themed, it wasn’t the water fowl she’d been hoping for – and instead, a duck-shaped hat.
to be the sun
MELITA
