[Training] no one told you to breathe

MELITA

Melita had always been enamored with the sun, with molten potential and infernal partakings, the collection and assortment of fire, embers, cinders, power, and prestige curling into conflagrations. She’d wanted to be the latter, all twisting, contorting, distorting eaves and ribbons of danger and treachery, a seditious spread, and had stared at their beloved Sun God with wide-eyed wonder at everything he’d ever encompassed. He’d been gone for a long time, sacrificing himself amongst and amidst the mess, the disaster, the toil of the world – but to hear of something cloaked in summer, made her smile impish, sipping from her water daintily in thought. Now she had Ludo, or Ludo had her, or none of it at all – and she should’ve shrugged it all away. “That sounds cliché.” The youth laughed, one hand reaching down to scratch at the top of Fangorn’s head.

Ignoring the fact that she had a short temper and fuse.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts