to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“I agree,” curled on a light smirk. It might’ve been breathtaking to see, to witness Gaal taken down. Based on her uncle’s stories, very few had managed it, along with his scheming and manipulation. She could always wonder what happened to him – maybe he perished amongst and amidst the rest, but that seemed less like her father, who probably found a way to escape, to shirk his way out of danger. Much like she would’ve cherished demolishing Kiada, punching her father in the throat would’ve been a welcome semblance and sensation; wouldn’t have solved a damn thing, but vengeance could’ve salvaged. For her mother. For her sister. For herself.Her eyes were still on the tide, on the sands in the enigmatic light, a smile just for the void at his comment. “She was lovely.” And then another airy snort at his last comment, laughter unfolding like bells. “I’ll try to have a better one for you next time.”
And then he seemed to grow quiet and still, whatever portions of slumber carrying him along. Though Melita had a mission in her mind, she still took moments of this clarity, of staring at the horizon until it shifted and changed color, until her head was heavy too, grabbing hold of a blanket kept in her bag, and placing it over the Ascended. Perhaps he’d have a few moments of rest, without the delirium, without the sickness taking root. Clarity and peace, repose and shelter, until they found some way to cure the vile sickness.
{FIN}
to be the sun
MELITA
