to be lit up from within
vein by vein
She waited with an assortment of anticipation, gilded eyes catching and watching the shifting of waves and forms, never being capable of truly embodying the sea like that. But on her whims, on her impulses, conceits, and impetuous designs, she followed – slinking across the water, the anklet poised against her skin enough to keep her rendered and afloat, skimming upon currents, laughing all the while. His whale form was not a familiar one to her: she would have recognized obsidian and ivory, but it was a similar form all the same, and with an air of mischief, her impish grin back on full display, she reached his side. Her eyes went to the scars along his back, the indentations of sharper jaws, snorting, giggling. “Very impressive.” More of the inclinations swept past her, and she’d forgotten about Hels, or poor Fangorn settled upon the beach, a few grumbling hisses extended to her, hand inching, itching to grab hold of his dorsal fin. “Can I?” She wasn’t certain if he’d even be able to communicate back to her, but the temptation to go sliding across the water, with power in her grasp, with merriment poised instead of every other irritating notion, rendered her devilish and irreverent. Back to the old ways, instead of shelled and prosed in her sullen disposition.to be the sun
MELITA
