to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita wore the same Cheshire grin even as the water parted and dripped down upon crimson locks; content and satisfied with the range of distinct destruction, even if they were barely corporeal. Sila, however, seemed very surprised by the outcome, placing it amongst a thin veneer of pride. So at Hadama’s suggestion, the former was all for it, while the latter seemed a bit alarmed. “Let’s do it,” ended on a smirk, snagging at her weaponry again.For her part, the Honeybee was fast, sharp, and quick, amused by the range of swiftness; as if she was hunting a real portion of prey or some other infidel come to snag and haunt them. The arrow unfurled, whipping and chasing the slender proportions down.
Sila swallowed down something apprehensive, eyes widening as the construct began to try and snag her - she lurched out of the way, trying to put some distance between them, before rising up and unleashing another torrent of fire on instinct.
to be the sun
MELITA
