Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Currently at the top of her list to irritate the fuck out of was Stormbreak. She likely should’ve been wary that others would soon start recognizing her for antics alone, but given that the water balloons had been under invisible cover, and she and Sunjata had been shooting at random passersby from great heights, the Honeybee figured she had one or two more chances before people started getting wind of Ludo’s demigod and avoiding her altogether. Which, while the latter sounded great, it also meant her rampant bullying of snooty individuals would go down a few layers. Maybe next season she’d spread the wealth again.
Chattering away to Iskra about the Tower work and then the potential for menace, they’d wandered into the Pacifist Plaza; which, judging by the name, had sounded dull as shit. But given the buzz of citizens around, the shops, boutiques, inns, and outdoor kiosks, she couldn’t help but peek her head around several stalls, nosing around until they’d reached a more open area with people milling hovering, talking, conversing; no attention on them yet. Opting to play 'who is the worst influence' on one another, her gaze went back to him, restless gall stirring beneath her skin. “What about right here? I bet we could get some people to join in.” Her grin was equal parts devilish and menacing, eyes lit up in increasingly mischievous splendor, already beginning to rifle through her bag and take out the big blocks of wood they’d be using to start building said bonfire.
Chattering away to Iskra about the Tower work and then the potential for menace, they’d wandered into the Pacifist Plaza; which, judging by the name, had sounded dull as shit. But given the buzz of citizens around, the shops, boutiques, inns, and outdoor kiosks, she couldn’t help but peek her head around several stalls, nosing around until they’d reached a more open area with people milling hovering, talking, conversing; no attention on them yet. Opting to play 'who is the worst influence' on one another, her gaze went back to him, restless gall stirring beneath her skin. “What about right here? I bet we could get some people to join in.” Her grin was equal parts devilish and menacing, eyes lit up in increasingly mischievous splendor, already beginning to rifle through her bag and take out the big blocks of wood they’d be using to start building said bonfire.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
