to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She waited, swallowing down the multitudes, carving a breath in her lungs so the rest didn’t jettison outwards in harsh, hurried upheavals. There was no way to feel how much energy contorted within him, but as the bolt sparked, sizzled, and struck, she could feel her body unfurl into trembling dominions, and she hated it. For half a second, all she wanted to do was hide behind his broad back, tuck herself away, finally having a shelter and yearning to settle into it, guarded, secluded. The self-loathing conspired and ripped through her with wide eyes and an unsettled piece of the puzzle, feeling as though she could claw out of her own skin and flee into the afternoon. Or maybe the nausea would eat her up inside too, and all the wonderful treats they’d had prior would come barreling onward to be hurled into the snow.Her nervous system hadn’t bothered with all the other dangers in her life – but this one had adapted to punctures of electricity in her chest and decided each and every one was still a danger. She bit down on her back teeth and took another steadying inhale, watched as the violence keened and unraveled and flashed, taking away chunks and portions of Snah. Would it be so bad – to be able to do that in return? Never had she regretted a turn of vengeance – it was just this stupid element and all its traits, traces, clinging back to her scars.
And since when had she let fear define her? Why was she letting it paint such a picture? Sculpt an outline? Devour?
Her hand sought to wrap around his and create an anchor, lips going to his shoulder when she hoped to look away for half a second more; hoping he’d ignore the way her fingers shook and rattled while she permitted the enchantments to slide into her bones. They weren’t familiar things like infernos – another tempest she roamed around, but didn’t snag entirely. Too uncertain, too tremulous, she whispered and murmured to herself. “Just another bit of magic, that’s all,” indifferent if he heard it or not. It sparked and sizzled, roamed under her pulse when she didn’t give it anywhere to go –
Before her eyes went to the figure, asinine, asshole Snah and Sah and everything else put together. She granted the incantation leave within the next moment, rooted by abhorrence, and let it fly, sizzle, and skirt across the snow. Layer by layer, it burned a hole into the frozen vigilance, and then pierced directly into the snowman’s chest. A mutated and mutilated sculpture on its own, probably. “How was that?”
to be the sun
MELITA
