to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Nooooo,” she started at first, as if she wasn’t quite certain where the mind was racing off to and eventually she’d catch up when she got there. “I just figured there’d be other things to do too.” Maybe she’d been incorrect, and he did want to spend all day carving ice. Given his occupation, perhaps this was the sort of thing he found relaxing. What had begun as a whim could’ve been wholly distracting; but perhaps she wasn’t fixated on the same lure. A myriad of ideas floated and flickered through her mind, and she was a restless, humming thing, hellbent on keeping pace with fractions of seconds.Another inquiry nearly left her, but she kept it lodged behind her teeth and tongue for another minute more, not wanting to ruin or decimate anything by the offer nearly dangling there. Her actions were hasty and not measured; the dagger cut a neat little slice that she hadn’t intended on, and for a moment it looked a little lopsided, until she did the same to the other portions and it’d even out on the end. “You just need to see the vision,” she granted, knife waving around in the air by her hands, before descending again and pretending she wasn’t making something out of her antics.
to be the sun
MELITA
