Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Proud of herself for letting things go, at least on a light tether, her heart warmed a little more to hear that Iskra had gotten himself out there – not so tightly clustered and coiled and hidden away in Halo. Maybe on reflex Melita had tried to secret him off in those icy walls too; he’d always easily done so for himself, figuring he’d want it to continue. She granted a large smile at the course correcting, satisfied at his trying.
When no one else pried though, she was relieved, content to revel in the other strands and strains of gossip. Vesper being better than Jack (not a very high bar, let’s be real), Flora trying to ignore Jack, tops off for distractions, new girlfriends…her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to piece together the arrangements not unlike some conspiracy theory board, her mind a bunch of little red lines going back and forth on a precarious web. Taking another long sip and absorbing the elements, she fixated on Flora’s additions first. “You saw him after?” as an echo to Colt’s addition. She grimaced in the facet of ‘gurl why’, nose wrinkling in distaste for the entire situation. As for who the redhead could be, the Honeybee had been too distracted watching Iskra dunk churros into his drink and using it as a straw, and cheering on her uncle, to have noticed. “I’ll keep an eye out,” for nosiness purposes.
But then there was Caly…and a single date. She had to half-wonder if no one seemed capable of dating outside the Jack bloodline in some of these tighter-knit groups. Her gaze widened at the semblance of how the bar had burned down though. Good gods. “We really need to work on some revenge tactics. All of this is bullshit.” But then again, no one would ever say Melita was the bigger person.
Sohalia’s drama wasn’t something she was readily aware of, but she also didn’t tread on Koa’s ongoing sagas most of the time either – much more apt to bully him. She did grin at the ‘last longer’ comment, chuckling from behind her mimosa glass, but ceased when it seemed this was more serious in nature. Head tilting at the Luminary, and growing bolder due to the alcohol, she put it bluntly, simply. “Does he give you a good reason to keep trying?” It sounded as though it was a one-way street.
When no one else pried though, she was relieved, content to revel in the other strands and strains of gossip. Vesper being better than Jack (not a very high bar, let’s be real), Flora trying to ignore Jack, tops off for distractions, new girlfriends…her eyes narrowed slightly, trying to piece together the arrangements not unlike some conspiracy theory board, her mind a bunch of little red lines going back and forth on a precarious web. Taking another long sip and absorbing the elements, she fixated on Flora’s additions first. “You saw him after?” as an echo to Colt’s addition. She grimaced in the facet of ‘gurl why’, nose wrinkling in distaste for the entire situation. As for who the redhead could be, the Honeybee had been too distracted watching Iskra dunk churros into his drink and using it as a straw, and cheering on her uncle, to have noticed. “I’ll keep an eye out,” for nosiness purposes.
But then there was Caly…and a single date. She had to half-wonder if no one seemed capable of dating outside the Jack bloodline in some of these tighter-knit groups. Her gaze widened at the semblance of how the bar had burned down though. Good gods. “We really need to work on some revenge tactics. All of this is bullshit.” But then again, no one would ever say Melita was the bigger person.
Sohalia’s drama wasn’t something she was readily aware of, but she also didn’t tread on Koa’s ongoing sagas most of the time either – much more apt to bully him. She did grin at the ‘last longer’ comment, chuckling from behind her mimosa glass, but ceased when it seemed this was more serious in nature. Head tilting at the Luminary, and growing bolder due to the alcohol, she put it bluntly, simply. “Does he give you a good reason to keep trying?” It sounded as though it was a one-way street.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
