to be lit up from within
vein by vein
It scarcely mattered if they were done – not when all three of them could hear the team and muttering outside. She hadn’t planned this far, where she might stand to make the big reveal, or if she was just going to remain there, deer in headlights look as he came in. Sila and Fangorn scattered immediately; dragon to the rafters and gourd behind the counter, but the Honeybee had no opportunity for a dash when Goose barreled within. “Shiiiiit,” she whispered, still patting and intercepting the dog as he launched at her. “Good boy – you want to come hide with me?” Uncertain if she had any treats still in her pockets, she rummaged around and tossed one towards the opposing corner, making a break for it by going invisible immediately thereafter.Under the cover of intangibility, including sound, she could breathe for a moment. Opting to run towards the counter, she pulled herself on top of it like a concealed gargoyle, or some unseen demon. Perched and aloft, even with Goose sounding the alarm, she centered herself, took a long, slow, deep breath, before her pulse quickened with anticipation. Probably much more than when she plotted out an emboldened motion against former Stormbreak citizens or bullied passersby; this held meaning, significance, words she hadn’t yet put into formation but slid within her ribcage anyway. She could fathom and imagine an assortment of reactions; and though she’d watched him for a long while, she still couldn’t say there were any predictable conclusions and estimations towards one’s workshop being decorated in ducks, balloons, confetti, and streamers.
to be the sun
MELITA
