Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
There were always options; Melita thought of items to ensure honesty, of poisons or remedies to extract truth. But it wouldn’t be quick, and likely required some effort, and with Colt putting in a majority of her time into the desert, then perhaps she would have to rely on her intuition. Hopefully it would serve her better than the last interim. “I guess. Probably gonna be lame though,” she offered with a matching shrug, maybe as both a warning and a finality of expectations, given the road she’d traversed to get here.
With promises of trigger fingers kept on the safety, she snorted, flickering the sails a little as the wind seemed eager to change pace. Her brow arched at the compliment though, uncertain what she’d done to earn such a decree (and how she’d really never been told she was good before; she wasn’t as apt to believe it). “Thanks?” came as a question, though she didn’t ask more – not when the discussion had already turned towards her uncle. Her jaw tightened slightly, eyes narrowing imperceptibly at the admission. “Yeah, because that was real fuckin’ fair,” she quipped in return, but she could already hear the shame in the other woman’s voice. Whether or not she’d do something about it remained to be seen – Melita might’ve pressed harder, been not so good or nice, but Colt’s decision seemed to be done and dusted. “Good luck. I look forward to hearing how shit went,” unraveled on the beginning edges of a Cheshire grin, meaning it on the latter and the former points. Her uncle first, then everything else to fall into place – with liars and dominions and terrains.
[FIN]
With promises of trigger fingers kept on the safety, she snorted, flickering the sails a little as the wind seemed eager to change pace. Her brow arched at the compliment though, uncertain what she’d done to earn such a decree (and how she’d really never been told she was good before; she wasn’t as apt to believe it). “Thanks?” came as a question, though she didn’t ask more – not when the discussion had already turned towards her uncle. Her jaw tightened slightly, eyes narrowing imperceptibly at the admission. “Yeah, because that was real fuckin’ fair,” she quipped in return, but she could already hear the shame in the other woman’s voice. Whether or not she’d do something about it remained to be seen – Melita might’ve pressed harder, been not so good or nice, but Colt’s decision seemed to be done and dusted. “Good luck. I look forward to hearing how shit went,” unraveled on the beginning edges of a Cheshire grin, meaning it on the latter and the former points. Her uncle first, then everything else to fall into place – with liars and dominions and terrains.
[FIN]
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
