to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Laughing as the small group of women started howling, yelling, and accusing one another, Melita let the moments soften just a tad – only occasionally dropping a light shower over the gathered, as if they’d stepped into a hovering rain cloud. “Eh, do you need her permission?” she turned back towards her uncle, figuring it was a decision that could be left up to him, if Colt was so eager for more of these shifts. Plus, more payback for the egg incident. And also it was his region and there had to be some kind of ammunition behind the power.At the prying though, her brow arched, not realizing she’d simply let his name slip out with zero thought – the guard down and gone. Really, she couldn’t have kept the tether for much longer anyway, since Iskra would be at the dinner party, but perhaps she’d been hoping Sunjata would simply let the moment slide away and they’d just…y’know. Show up. No questions asked. No inquisition. Nothing unearthed that she had purposefully avoided.
Her cheeks colored regardless, gaze shifting from screaming Karens and back to her uncle with a light shrug, trying to make everything seem casual, when, in retrospect, she’d never felt safer or more secure. Not with herself, of course, for there was far too much she merely glided over, but with Iskra. “Yeah,” and she wrinkled her nose, loosened a little smile. “I think we missed a lot of opportunities,” she mentioned, before she got herself in too deep and flickered her eyes to scan the horizon. “So we took this one.” Sunjata could probably relate – but she wasn’t going to bring up scores of relationships; not after this latest plunge. “Have you met him before?” Brows knitting together, she couldn’t quite recall if Iskra had ever mentioned it…but then again, she would’ve inevitably been distracted by other things.
to be the sun
MELITA
