to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Stormbreak hadn’t gained any preference on Melita’s end of things – eternally wrinkling her nose at the pendulum of holier-than-thou platitudes and an inkling of superiority. Even with both her uncle and herself being demigods, it still rankled at her edges, which was probably why she’d chosen to settle along the rooftop of the Silk House area, legs swinging off the fringes and food laden between the two of them. She had no need to intermingle with the hustle and bustle of the crowd below, grandiose and better than the rest, when they’d been found smuggling and gambling and fighting just as much as the other regions. Rolling her eyes as she listened to someone below complain about the heat, she let that bristle settle on her shoulders, dipping a wing into the spicier sauce nearby. “So, how’s shit lately?” she started, glancing over at her uncle with a brow arched, several things needing to be addressed but not quite sure how to start the process. In the end, it was just on her usual blunt, emboldened pieces, beginning before she retreated from it entirely. "I was thinking it'd be fun to have a family dinner or something soon."
to be the sun
MELITA
