to be lit up from within
vein by vein
While the wig “escaped”, Melita muffled another round of laughter, but this mental image was going to be one to savor for a while. Her eyes flickered over to where the woman was lambasting someone, and then on a whim, the Honeybee directed the blast of water towards the banshee’s face too, so it erupted along her furious features with a satisfying screech. As if she had nothing to do with it at all, she swung her legs along the sides of the roof, head tilting as she listened to her uncle. “Should use the hydra one,” came on a wild, wide grin, imagining probable scenarios – like someone sitting on one of the heads and then just falling, or bounding and bouncing from each, or simply being tethered amidst the line and forest of long ass necks.
Then she veered towards the dinner party rather than disturb the surface tension of the prior conversation. Her brow lifted at the theme, but then she shrugged, satisfied with the answer. “Cool, that could work. I’ll let Iskra know.”
to be the sun
MELITA
