to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her bird taken, hands no longer full, she grabbed hold of the piles of feathers and thought to slip them in one of the pockets along her bag. Her brow arched significantly at his summation though. Gods and their jealousies, heralds and their envy, their preferences. Her main predilection had always been to Ludo, merely because it had been the first to speak to her. Before that, it was the God of the Sun, transfixing, beautiful, blinding, and brilliant in his mass of fire, and something about that aches too. Would he have minded, with her eyes turning towards rags and shawls now? “Might,” she answered, a snicker resting along her lips again, cheek dimpling at the foolish indications. “Would it be worth the risk?” A hum, gilded and innocent floated thereafter, as if she had no idea at all.That Sunjata had been good with guns didn’t surprise her; seemed the type to wield whatever came into his hands. She thought nothing of the age though – because she’d been far younger when the world fell apart, when she was forced to use anything as munitions. “What’s your favorite now?” She could hazard a guess towards the daggers, but she didn’t know what else he utilized in other circumstances.
to be the sun
MELITA
