to be lit up from within
vein by vein
He'd picked up on her muttering, and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it does. Who the fuck summons someone in the middle of the fucking ocean,” meant to be rhetorical; masking all the other insights, conundrums, and trauma it’d given her in the wake of being useless, nearly dying again, and how far ignorance could damage within a single statement. She’d had her moments of vengeance on Kaisel, and explanations, but her wounds bore deeper the longer she didn’t even glance at them; shrugging it off to pretend something still didn’t scald.She snagged another portion of the spicier wings, opting not to ignore her stomach, listening all the while. The lack of explanation was a cutting blow – the way it billowed out in other sanctions and livelihoods. Nothing from Ru when she knew better. When she’d been involved in so many of the other tribulations. When she hated the way Sunjata hadn’t communicated, amidst so much strife and Safrin children and every other nuance. Nor was Melita certain she was the person to have this discussion with; apt to cut people off with one flare of her temper and naught more. When she discovered the other person didn’t give a fuck about her, why she should care about them? “I don’t know,” she answered honestly, taking a sip of her water, glancing down at the people milling around below, still bitching about the heat.
But these wounds were different and seemed to cut into the soul, rather than the skin. Lacerations no one could see, until he voiced them. “And I don’t think you should have to-,” came on a clench of her jaw. “It might be something totally innocent and she just lost track of time or…,” not, and Ru had simply grown indifferent, focused on herself and whatever means necessary, instead of what waited and lingered and was there. “I guess, like, how long do you wait?” How long did they search for? How long did they grasp and pull at straws and hope?
to be the sun
MELITA
