Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She was going to require an award or some kind of treat by the amount of laughter she was holding back as Iskra granted a title to the ass-on-fire-man. Looking at the crowd, she could tell most were the type to be offended by something this funny, so she briefly turned around to pretend something else heralded her attention, smothering down the giggles until she could take a few more breaths and regain whatever she described as composure. She caught Iskra’s eye though, gave a conspiring wink, and then they were back to brief blips of terrorizing.
She was pleasantly surprised to see some still within the threshold, and applauded their efforts when fortune favored their boldness (or…y’know, they cheated so the individuals remained). Throwing more wood into the fire alongside Iskra, the inferno caught and sizzled, flaring upwards as her smile grew into juvenile standards (though the notions of bonbonfire really made her think they should be getting bonbons after this).
And the Honeybee watched, proud and preening, as he launched over the newly scaled model. All power and mystique and ridiculous shit, his movements drew the crowd into gasps – and she arched her brow when he managed to maintain all the ember particulars without burning. Then she was next.
Still intending to put on a show, the demigod rallied, giving a magnificent and athletic leap into the air. As she pushed off the ground, she snagged at the tendrils and flares, bringing them upward and over her head much like the image of a dragon, before they whipped outwards and she was safely back on the other side, granting bows and posturing further, leaving individuals to wonder if they’d truly seen such a sight. Turning, she beckoned the next – smiling at the gangly figure again. “All right, Firehawk, now’s your chance!”
She was pleasantly surprised to see some still within the threshold, and applauded their efforts when fortune favored their boldness (or…y’know, they cheated so the individuals remained). Throwing more wood into the fire alongside Iskra, the inferno caught and sizzled, flaring upwards as her smile grew into juvenile standards (though the notions of bonbonfire really made her think they should be getting bonbons after this).
And the Honeybee watched, proud and preening, as he launched over the newly scaled model. All power and mystique and ridiculous shit, his movements drew the crowd into gasps – and she arched her brow when he managed to maintain all the ember particulars without burning. Then she was next.
Still intending to put on a show, the demigod rallied, giving a magnificent and athletic leap into the air. As she pushed off the ground, she snagged at the tendrils and flares, bringing them upward and over her head much like the image of a dragon, before they whipped outwards and she was safely back on the other side, granting bows and posturing further, leaving individuals to wonder if they’d truly seen such a sight. Turning, she beckoned the next – smiling at the gangly figure again. “All right, Firehawk, now’s your chance!”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
