to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Despite her insistence on weapons at all times, Melita had never once considered firing anyone out of a cannon. Pausing midstep, her head tilted, as if imagining the scenario, grin widening at the thoughts, implications, and mental images. “So a new way for sea burials, yeah?” she winked to Flora, pretending she didn’t have a notion of whom she’d send flying, launching – Anyway. Ignoring the ass grabbing nearby, she shrugged at the statement and lecture – it’d been meant in jest, given the tone of the moment. Her father had taken zero pride in knowing his kids; abandoning and denying them in equal measure. Gods, she was having a hard enough time not wilting and withering at every gods damned scream from the sky; the thunder and lightning enough to send fever pitches down the length of her spine.
Going quiet, dimming, she took a deep breath and forged onward, pretending traumatic experiences with such elements hadn’t re-shaped a world view. Plucking at the stones she’d dropped, she snagged at more, making her way over to the bag again and beginning to deposit them.
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Mel’s gotta collect ‘em all.
to be the sun
MELITA
