to be made of sunshine is beautiful
to be the light and the warmth and to be loved
A slight bummer to the acorn tale – because the youth might’ve been mystified at the prospects of the memories, but encased in wonder all the same. It made sense he wouldn’t be able to recall it, and she shrugged, not trying to decipher the ways in which his life apparently shifted (did that make him eight or nine years old – when he looked much older?). She listened regardless, blinking away the notion that they were related to Rae, which in a sense, made them portions and contortions to Gods, like Ronin, like Wessex. Should they be treated with reverence then, attuned and connection to the deities, to the primordial beings, or just like everyone else? They didn’t do the same to the Fallen Star or the Wraith, and now her mind was reeling, taking in all the information, parsing away details to decipher. “Does that make you demigods then?” Came out in the end, on impulse, on the tip of her tongue and then uttered forth without recourse.
Speaking about Clementine brought forth other fixtures of anguish she didn’t want to hover or harpoon in the midst; much less nymph and more like ordinary, saddened soul who’d lost too many things too soon. Melita hadn’t meant for Kai’s smile to falter, hadn’t meant to break and fizzle moment apart – but then again, she always did things that shambled, shook, and rattled, never whole for too long. But he took her hand and she breathed a little easier, still apologetic she’d gone and mauled a nice outing into potential death traps, fingers squeezing back. “She died.” Were she strong enough to simply shrug off the matter, she might have; instead she proffered a distraction, taking the opportunity to return to the lead, walking quickly into the verdant midst, tugging him along as best she could.
Speaking about Clementine brought forth other fixtures of anguish she didn’t want to hover or harpoon in the midst; much less nymph and more like ordinary, saddened soul who’d lost too many things too soon. Melita hadn’t meant for Kai’s smile to falter, hadn’t meant to break and fizzle moment apart – but then again, she always did things that shambled, shook, and rattled, never whole for too long. But he took her hand and she breathed a little easier, still apologetic she’d gone and mauled a nice outing into potential death traps, fingers squeezing back. “She died.” Were she strong enough to simply shrug off the matter, she might have; instead she proffered a distraction, taking the opportunity to return to the lead, walking quickly into the verdant midst, tugging him along as best she could.
to be made of sunshine is painful
to be too hot to touch, too far away to reach
MELITA
