to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She moved the two lanterns forward, glancing at them from different angles. The draconic interludes, darker woods infused and utilizied, meant to signify Coffee, and the sticks and stakes meant to represent Apricum, like bones, seemed to mesh well together. She’d make sure to hang them amongst those rendered for all four souls, when the darkness clambered and memories were brought forth. By the time she’d finished, tucking a few strands of strayed seams into place, winding some more thread around sections that appeared weaker and more vulnerable to fraying or falling apart, Oliver was reminiscing about their arrival. The girl arched a brow, tilting her head a fraction to indicate she was listening, but said no more on the subject of Outlander appearances. Instead, her eyes drifted towards his lantern, the snake curling, coiling, and tethered along. “I think he’d love it.” A firm nod and a smile to follow, clutching the lanterns in her hands, gathering the rest of her supplies.
to be the sun
MELITA
