Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
“Ronin, it’s always the right season for bullying,” she reminded him, on virtue of being a shitty little demon herself. But understandably so, in his case, that the White Knight couldn’t be slandering his good name in the back kitchens of a bar – unless it was Leafchange. She granted him a cheeky smile just the same. “It is much appreciated,” and she’d gobble up whatever came out of there, eyes flicking briefly to the second Ronin appearing, charming, then turning into the kitchens.
Her eyes widened at the notion of said twins, snorting at the semblance of and mental image of ghoulish grins. “I could’ve used that for some earlier hauntings,” but noted for future references.
The cocktails, one for herself, one for Iskra, arrive and she properly gasped and applauded his efforts, sipping a portion of hers, then Iskra’s (if they were even he wouldn’t be able to tell, #Mellogic) then snagging at the chips and dipping it deep into the salsa well. “Bless you,” and fortunate for most gathered nearby, before she’d waged war on the next person who spoke too loudly.
As she chomped down, she listened, brows furrowing slightly and feeling some manner of clear thought materializing as the food descended into her stomach. “I heard Deimos did too. So we’re dealing with something pretty potent.” If it was knocking out herself, and a myriad of stronger, capable individuals, there was some cause for concern. Ronin’s agreement about Amhran made her nod, figuring if nothing came about it, at least they’d given it a try.
Hulking things with eyes sounded about right, and once she’d swallowed down another salsa-laden chip, her hands moved upwards, striving to explain hers. “Mine had a monster, but with a friend’s face? And there was sand everywhere – and then it swallowed everything around it.” Ominous and fucking weird. Though at least Ronin’s sounded fun to potentially blow up.
His promise of being all right and on better terms with Safrin was a relief, and more probably for her than Ronin would realize. With a long breath, and a deeper grin, she nodded. “Okay. I want you there.”
Her eyes widened at the notion of said twins, snorting at the semblance of and mental image of ghoulish grins. “I could’ve used that for some earlier hauntings,” but noted for future references.
The cocktails, one for herself, one for Iskra, arrive and she properly gasped and applauded his efforts, sipping a portion of hers, then Iskra’s (if they were even he wouldn’t be able to tell, #Mellogic) then snagging at the chips and dipping it deep into the salsa well. “Bless you,” and fortunate for most gathered nearby, before she’d waged war on the next person who spoke too loudly.
As she chomped down, she listened, brows furrowing slightly and feeling some manner of clear thought materializing as the food descended into her stomach. “I heard Deimos did too. So we’re dealing with something pretty potent.” If it was knocking out herself, and a myriad of stronger, capable individuals, there was some cause for concern. Ronin’s agreement about Amhran made her nod, figuring if nothing came about it, at least they’d given it a try.
Hulking things with eyes sounded about right, and once she’d swallowed down another salsa-laden chip, her hands moved upwards, striving to explain hers. “Mine had a monster, but with a friend’s face? And there was sand everywhere – and then it swallowed everything around it.” Ominous and fucking weird. Though at least Ronin’s sounded fun to potentially blow up.
His promise of being all right and on better terms with Safrin was a relief, and more probably for her than Ronin would realize. With a long breath, and a deeper grin, she nodded. “Okay. I want you there.”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
