to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Perhaps they were too alike in those regards, bloodlines and ancestry running rampantly into voracious, self-indulgent appetites. She imbedded herself into the notions of power, prestige, strength, dominion, and might, so no one would ever dare to cross her or someone she cherished again. Because the world didn’t care when one was small, vulnerable, or terrified, picking them apart one by one by one, easy prey; Melita would be the bigger monster, even if that meant assembling hordes of weapons at her disposal, and being capable of administering each and every single one into the back of someone’s skull. Always on the perilous slopes of a dare, of a provocation, of a sinister slip into derision and vehemence.She watched as he gathered the pearls back together, their majestic hues promising diligence, perseverance, and endurance for a sword – not a wooden, training one, but a majestic blade she’d be able to hone on the seas. “Do you make them on your own?” She’d never seen him forging, pulsing and pervading metal into something resembling the cutting edges and the honed devices.
to be the sun
MELITA
