to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She didn’t flinch as he smacked the boards, and only snorted when he managed to snag her on the second trial. Fangorn hissed, and the girl kept her spine straight, waiting for another blow to come; but naught, and she merely watched as he scowled at the sea. Then, of course, came the story request – her eyes widening because while the youth had plenty of tales embedded with adventure, quests, and journeys, romance hadn’t been the highlight of them. With none of her own, there wasn’t much to pull from; save for her mother’s experience, and she wasn’t certain how happy, how steamy it was. She turned her head for a moment to grimace, then grit her teeth, jaw clenching as she thought it through. The honeybee could always sugarcoat it a little anyway. “Sure.” An inward snort claimed her for a moment, before she proceeded. “Once there was a woman, warm and kind, compassionate and tender, and very…lonely.” Gods. How else would she describe her mother even giving Gaal the time of day? “She met a…” an asshole “A charming man one evening, and one thing led to another.” Yeesh, this was lame. An unfortunate origin story.
“But it hadn’t been built on anything like love, merely lust.” A moment in time; to fulfill needs and pleasures. Neither she nor Clementine had been wanted. Her eyes fell, and suddenly it didn’t seem happy at all. Maybe she should’ve made something up. “The man left, and the woman soon discovered she was pregnant with twins. When she found him again, after the girls had been born, he said they couldn’t be his.” If she was lucky, perhaps he would’ve already fallen asleep; even if Ascended didn’t require it.
to be the sun
MELITA
