to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Oh hell no.For a moment, she was surprised by the sudden influx of another seemingly attached to the item. Eyes rounded, mouth stupidly agape, her jaw clicked back quickly into place the moment the demands were prompted.
Greedy, avaricious fingers tucked on the end of the box: Melita was one of those annoying, unrelenting, determined, obnoxious, and tenacious individuals. There was no gods forsaking reason for her to release the chest, because she wasn’t about to take orders from a mermaid – half-tempted to hiss and growl at the youth. “Piss off,” was a grumble, and she kept her hold on the structure, utilizing her strength to continue pulling it backwards.
With any luck, her strength would ensure it’d be on the sands in no time, and then there’d be nothing this little shit could do about it.
Though the temptation to use any of her weapons circumvented very quickly in her mind.
to be the sun
MELITA
