Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
Melita took another long sip of her drink, absorbing the gossip and information with either the glint of a smile or a mind spinning all sorts of webs. Jack and crew, amidst family, all gone from Torchline, but not banned, the Ark flying over the Safrin child clause, and negotiated deals. Truth be told, even if Flora had tried to have it so Jack was exiled, there probably would be great difficulty in holding it to those lines and tethers – between old feelings and possible strikes back in retribution. “That’s true, but he seems to be the one with the problem, so…,” she shrugged, as if to say it was his to sort and deal with, and not by some means of real petty shit. “Anyway, I’m very glad you’re out of his orbit.” As she’d voiced before, but gave a little cheers with her drink towards Flora just the same. And maybe a touch of avoiding the Marins in the back of her head.
Vesper’s predilections might’ve been as dramatic as his father’s, or his mother’s, but listening to Colt’s explanation had her mightily relieved that Iskra lacked the mercurial, temperamental bout. While the Halovian might’ve been melancholic, she more than made up for the moody convictions – capricious day in and day out. Tilting her head at the rancher, she offered a pittance of altering the subject. “So what are you up to now?” Beyond rodeos.
Sohalia and the saga with Koa though had sharpened and shaped into something tragic, but maybe necessary, when it came to figuring out those drawn lines, where things had gone wrong, and the growth from all the heartache. Which, yeah, fuckin sucked, but the Luminary was young. If not a little jaded from the experience. Plucking at a few grapes, she curled further across her cushion, tucking her knees against her chest. “Yeah, bound to be something better out there. Even if it takes a while. Now you know what you don't want, at the very least.”
Vesper’s predilections might’ve been as dramatic as his father’s, or his mother’s, but listening to Colt’s explanation had her mightily relieved that Iskra lacked the mercurial, temperamental bout. While the Halovian might’ve been melancholic, she more than made up for the moody convictions – capricious day in and day out. Tilting her head at the rancher, she offered a pittance of altering the subject. “So what are you up to now?” Beyond rodeos.
Sohalia and the saga with Koa though had sharpened and shaped into something tragic, but maybe necessary, when it came to figuring out those drawn lines, where things had gone wrong, and the growth from all the heartache. Which, yeah, fuckin sucked, but the Luminary was young. If not a little jaded from the experience. Plucking at a few grapes, she curled further across her cushion, tucking her knees against her chest. “Yeah, bound to be something better out there. Even if it takes a while. Now you know what you don't want, at the very least.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
