to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita gave no thought to anything untoward or suspicious regarding the heralds – she likely should’ve, given how many individuals she’d known who’d undergone some devastating intervals and actions. Instead, save for the one time she’d had to offer up memories, the youth had remained relatively unscathed. Whether or not this by fortune, luck, survival, or everyone else’s assistance, the girl wouldn’t be able to say; not bothering to delve too deeply into those fathoms. At his question, the youth’s head rose from her knees again, humming once more under her breath, the delightful designations of her smile drawing inspiration from Cheshire grins. “I hope so!” Was made on mischief, on charm, on ebullience, effervescence, and the twist and turn of devilish delight. Remi likely knew how much she actually believed it – hellbent for danger, for treachery, for impulsive, impetuous, emboldened designs the first on her list of motivations.
to be the sun
MELITA
