to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita’s eyes darted back to Kaisel at his suggestion – a grin igniting her features, broad and dangerous. “Oooh, fuck yeah,” in corresponding regard. “People before used to put in all kinds of shit on hand too, like forks and stuff,” imagining the plunge of serrated knives and edges also coming behind the multitudes. Leaving them to eye flirt with one another for a moment, the Honeybee stooped to start snagging at the rock and ore, piling them neatly in her arms and then wandering over to deposit them in the bag. The discussion over the twins made her laugh though, imagining the Remi and Ronin’s confusion when it came to the newfound infants – for those so hardened and experienced with multiple layers of the world, it was good to know they could still fumble around in the dark from time to time. “Could they put some color-coded bracelets on them or something?” She nearly suggested a collar; but then again, she didn’t have much experience with babies.
All good-natured aspects of her faded away in one blow though; as soon as the thunderous noise hit her. Flinching, and then pretending not to, she dropped several stones before sheepishly picking them back up, giving the pretense of clumsiness over fright. “Fuck sake,” came on a murmur, ignoring the tremble in her hands.
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Melita gathers rocks/metal ore!
to be the sun
MELITA
