to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“You think I need to work on my aim?” A ruffian, impish smile flickered back after an aggravated huff – a challenge, defiance, a hint of arrogance and confidence in her abilities. He likely hadn’t meant it as an insult, but she took it as a goading, provoking maneuver, instantly conforming away from her broken, whittled shell, lifting her chin, her jaw, into a seditious spread. The sentiment of primordial movements came over her, a mocking draw of a bow brought forth the one contained in her bracelet, instantly in her heads, notching the arrow immediately, half-tempted to point it towards him for the comment. A portion of her was ready and eager in her irreverence to simply say she didn’t require his aid at all, and then another contortions simply yearned to take whatever he was willing to give.Her eyes went to the skies, the bow following her movements, gaze tracking one in particular as she pulled back the taut string – and then let the fiery abyss fly.
At the very least, Fangorn and Haii occupied themselves. The gourd roamed towards the griffin, intending to rush in a flurry of pretend, stalking maneuvers.
to be the sun
MELITA
