to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Guilds moving and maneuvering, boxing rings established, Safrin ties and lines; the girl narrowed her eyes and filtered it through her mind. Better than remaining a stagnant doofus, assembling his actions on others instead of marching forward, onward, towards something more. The smuggling business caused her to lift her brow, but the sentiments were hardened pieces of fire; granules of cinders and embers yearning to burn something to the ground. Did she care any longer, if everything was seedy, havoc-wreaking, and bedlam ensued? Or was this just a glimpse of the future, a derisive step towards emblems and banners of realms she’d often existed and thrived within? Mayhem, descent, terror, and tyranny – following fault lines and fissures of their own. Perhaps it was her turn to offer musings, potentials. “I’ve been offered a job on a ship.” To see the world, to glory and adventure. “To man the cannons.” The first notch of a grin formed, wicked and malicious, savage and nefarious.None of that changed or altered when he proffered words she’d spoken ages before - become the bigger monster - her chin lifting even higher, as if to overthrow any and all chaos, worlds that stood in her way. “I have never been able to,” and that was the truth – her mother, her sister, her makeshift family dwindling amongst the Rift; but gods, she wasn’t going to cease and desist any longer. “But I’m still going to try.”
to be the sun
MELITA
