to be lit up from within
vein by vein
More careless shoving of clothes, they were all going to be unpacked again soon anyway, and then the girl was putting away some portions meant to stay behind. She listened to his sharp inhale, to the gesture and thought of other plans (that he had actually put some method or machinations into events and structures was surprising enough). Safrin and the daggers didn’t strike a hard note in her head; hopefully he’d done as requested and that portion would go efficiently. As she hastily stored things back and forth though, contemplating how many knives she’d actually be able to carry on her person, the mention of the honeymoon caused an arch to her brow, eyes focused on him again, smile softer; not as sharp, not as devilish. His definition of quiet might’ve been different from everyone else’s, but she could presume why he hoped and dreamed for such a luxury. “Were you thinking of going somewhere else for it?”
to be the sun
MELITA
