to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The spice hit her tongue and she rather liked the notion of hellfire springing back against her teeth, taking another bite as he accepted the offer – one portion secured and done – while her gaze swept downward, watching as several women fanned themselves. At first, his initial response didn’t clue her in that something was amiss, mostly drawn into her own tidal wave of trial and error, of wobbling steps and fumbling inadequacies, striving to make room for new pieces. “Oh, um, I was going to bring someone, if that’s all right -,” cringing, because not one part of that was smooth, her cheeks flickered into a rosy hue and she would inevitably blame it on the chicken and not the efforts behind the speech.Though it may not have mattered, given what he admitted seconds after. “Wait – what?” Her head swung back in incredulous, bewildered facets, eyes rounded, then sharpened, narrowed, as if she was trying to pick apart the puzzle flung outward. Her mind wasn’t an overly analytical one; but Ru had patterns, tendencies, and she swallowed down an accusation that wanted to take hold. “Do – do you know why? Like…what the fuck.” And they’d already asked Frey, and if she was fine. “Or do you want help or…”
to be the sun
MELITA
