to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The offer restored a bestial little grin on her features, the response almost immediate. “Uh, of fucking course.” Pausing, because she was watching the woman sputter below, she studied the outset of people again, and then shot another loosened spurt of water over an array of crowded teens. Their balking and squawking was enough for her to turn her head back to her uncle, head full of impulses. “We could even take the Firecracker and drop egg bombs over!” But then there were the other things snagged and crawling there, and she could hear the agreement and accord, and the way a chord seemed to snap. She loved Ru and she loved her uncle, had thought maybe things could work out. They’d had a history. The Valkyrie knew better. There could’ve been engagements, weddings, more hordes of children – and now there seemed to be a finite amount of days before all of that was broken apart. “I’m sorry for all of that shit.” That even after trying so hard, and so many rocky, rumbling paths, the trail seemed to be taking an abrupt end.
She couldn’t speak from experience; all her losses had been tangible, heinous things clinging fast to her ribs, shaping the way she’d been carved into the earth. Not the grasping, rasping unknown, and the way it had scattered those lines and possibilities. And her and Iskra were fledgling eaves; figuring out pieces and particles in their own way. “It’s not fair,” she shrugged; knowing life wasn’t, but that it always seemed to land on him seemed to be a more bitter configuration than most.
to be the sun
MELITA
