to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her smile was all knives and sunshine the moment the surprise rippled through the room. Half-menacing, half-amused, she proudly remained standing on the counter she’d stolen for the moment, watching as the rest unfurled into swears and barks, delighted beyond measure by the shock and bewilderment. It wasn’t often she got to witness the bombardment; most of the time she was making an escape, an evasion – like with Koa and the Dragoon quarters full of balloons, or that Attuned she bullied into thinking his house was haunted. But she had no reason to create diversions or abscond from this scene – not with Iskra here, and intentions, motives, behind her impromptu commemoration. Multiple, in fact, if she worked up the courage.She could hear the halfhearted admonishment, as if he had to say it, and shrugged, leering downward as he plucked her away from the taller portions. Arms wound around her legs left her still hoisted aloft, and she preened from on high, glancing down and dropping a few spare portions of glitter and confetti from her hands and down to his hair. “Do you like it? I thought we could celebrate making it through a family dinner,” by rough explanation as to why she’d turned his processing area into looking as though a streamer bomb had gone off. Sila and Fangorn appeared from their hiding places too, mostly to appease Goose, and while the Honeybee floated amidst her makeshift capture, her gaze pinpointed towards his, though it took a great tilt to her head. “I have something for you too.”
to be the sun
MELITA
