to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Grief had never been Melita’s shield, but she didn’t begrudge him for the way he held that shelter over his frame. Despite her anger, and perhaps all it had come down to was being left behind (again and again), she remained one of those unrelenting forces; potent and powerful, despite her smaller figure. Casting a glance back at him through her curtain of fiery hair, she snorted. “And how are you going to do that?” When he didn’t readily take her hand or let her in, she continued tapping, leaving a little drumming pattern on his skin.The question pinpointed back at her led to some amount of a furrowed brow, gaze sweeping over to the waiter and hinting at actual food too, before pondering where to begin. Perhaps where her own tragedies laid, and then the forging onward, into the bristling components of who and what she was today. “Mom and Clem are gone,” which was the basic truth of it all – uncertain where they’d left things and even he’d known before all of these other travesties. “So I’ve been mostly on my own. Getting stronger.” Fighting the world with her bare hands if she needed to. “I work on a ship called the Ark. Took down the KingMaker during the war.” No atonement for the Honeybee; who’d rarely lamented her mistakes and errors. “Exploring too.”
to be the sun
MELITA
