to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“I like your train of thought,” Melita winked and applauded for his devious measures – or at least the mere notion of being able to coerce and irritate her uncle long enough for him to move ahead with repairs. Still, she worried in the back of her mind – that he wasn’t going to pursue it. That he’d rather meander and stumble and fall apart at the drain than try to clamber his way back up again. Though perhaps she’d have to backtrack at his challenging brow, scoffing and snorting. “Eh, volcanoes and monsoons though. The desert’s just always fucking hot, and then there’s the landsharks. What’s she gonna do about those?” There could probably be regional quests to make up for the temperature gauging and harsh monsters lingering below, but that was a lot to do at once, and Colt would have to pick and choose her way through it initially. She couldn’t imagine how harsh it would be for the first few seasons, combatting everything from elements to creatures.
She leveled her glance at him at the shit comment – huffing, giving the slightest edge of her seditious nose rising into the air. “I could be like Goose and just roll all over the house.” Taking a beat, as if truly considering the ridiculous image, she persisted. “And your workshop.” Shit and glitter.
The “sculpting”, however, ended up being far more difficult than she’d realized. Melita waited for the abrupt laughter, leaning into it rather than being annoyed, and stared down at her makeshift puddle as if it was something to be proud of. When her stare went back to the original icicle, she squinted, making a pun of this one too. “Better freeze the moment,” but then she sighed at his notions of slow and steady, because that’d never really been her forte under any ramifications. “Okay, okay, show me again. I’ll pay attention this time. You're very distracting.” While it was difficult to follow someone else’s lead, she could manage, if it was him. Probably.
to be the sun
MELITA
