to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“I’m not ever doing that dumb heart thing, by the way,” she added as an afterthought and a warning, in case he conjured any notions of that being sensical; she’d thought it was stupid then, and even more idiotic now that her uncle’s had been tied up in nothingness, death, and decay. Ru and Sunjata’s relationship had been built upon some significant, traumatic issues and a lack of confidence, faith, in one another – to both of their credits, there never seemed to be any assurances or convictions after Safrin, Nate, secret children, stabbings… “Like, if people can’t trust each other, then,” she shrugged, in a why bother notion, nose beginning to curl upwards and brow furrowing before forgoing the path, returning to what she’d instigated beforehand.At the question, she gave another Cheshire cat grin, figuring the gifts would naturally explain themselves once he lifted them from the array of glitter and confetti. She watched the play of emotions on his face, scrutinizing as ever, striving to determine the result before he voiced it – half-hesitant and hopeful, wondering if she’d cast the bestowals wrong, should’ve gone elsewhere, if it’d be too much or too painful. She wouldn’t have wanted any memory of her father, but he’d been a pitiful excuse for one; maybe her mom, just to see her one last time. But she’d known of Iskra’s closeness with Ampere, of the legendary beacon of Gaucho, and thought, maybe, it’d be enough –
Watching his eyes start to well had her beginning to panic, gaze widening and starting to form an apology along her tongue, but then the thereafter came; attention and consideration, gratitude and being swarmed, drawn in, absorbed into him. Rather than stiffening, as she might’ve done months and seasons before, she took a long breath, a sigh and token of relief, and drew a much warmer smile, losing its catlike configurations for real depth and emotion. Her arms came around and enveloped him too, tightening around his back, pressing her chin into the crook of his neck. “Good. Though you might have to put them elsewhere. Not much room in here,” she meant as a joke (and because she'd caused much of it with the streamers and such), and plus, they should be in safer confines, out of the way of wood being chucked everywhere.
to be the sun
MELITA
