to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The expectations were more than she could possibly imagine or bear, and she knew she wouldn’t care how they were, what they were like, how they’d been altered or changed, the moment they swept her up, made her feel whole and real again. A tangible flame, nothing battered, bruised, or burned. “Hello,” she laughed and fought off some semblance of tears (warm, happy ones – perhaps she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this). Her arms wrapped around them both, and despite their soft utterances, their confusion, and everything else misplaced and consigned to oblivion, she wouldn’t leave them now. Not for the void or the seas.“Are you hungry? Or thirsty?” Thinking back to what Vai had told her, and not releasing either of them, not right now. Her expression was an effervescent sort of inferno; bright and kindled and stoked, ready for anything and everything the world might throw their way. “I have stories to share.”
to be the sun
MELITA
