to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She should’ve been suspicious of the lackadaisical shrug, but Iskra had always been a bit more reserved than herself, with all the fledgling chaos underneath. She warranted his inspection with a slight huff though, as if she would’ve never deemed it ready yet, especially of anything judgmental. “Yes, well. Perhaps it’s a proud warrior and isn’t ready to admit defeat.” Nose aloft in the air in a seditious mannerism, she calculated her next endeavors with another smooth chip of the ice flicked away from her dagger, with all intentions of polishing the great work as if it were a sight to behold, and not a mish-mash of piercing stab marks and wounds. “I’ll call this one ‘A Spar over Dinner’,” said with the most ridiculous cataclysm of resolution.Before it suddenly went up in flames.
She felt the heat immediately, and had she been more adept at another’s incantations, she might have utilized fire to fight off the onslaught. Instead, her jaw dropped as the ten-minute work was pulverized and melted and molded into nothing more than a puddle. Blinking rapidly, stupefied, the ramble of emotions flickering through her were a blistering thing – anger, for having bothered at all and watching it all come undone, amusement, because any other time it would’ve been remarkably funny, and shock, because maybe she hadn’t anticipated him destroying something she’d worked on.
Taking a deep breath, staring at the puddle near her feet, she put her knives away, because she might’ve been tempted to lunge at him with them, kneeling so she could tuck them back where they’d been at her calves. Then, swiftly, she packed the snow together nearby with her mittens, rounding it into a ball, before rapidly beelining the snowball directly at him. “What was the fuckin’ point of that?!” she half-screeched and laughed, still uncertain and twisting the frameworks upon themselves, leaning down to grab another pocket of snow before he could retaliate, sparks of other things getting the better of her. “I was only going to ask if you were willing to practice lightning shit with me, but ohhhh no, gotta ruin my sculpture!”
to be the sun
MELITA
