Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
It was immensely satisfying to watch the tiger depart. For the arrow to fall against the ground, spent in its elements, for her to bend down and retrieve with the notching of its flesh and blood. For everything to have been taken care of smoothly, efficiently, and without his efforts. For him to stand back for a moment, to let someone else unfurl the aches and pains. To watch and bear witness.
Her eyes were still narrowed when she glanced back at him over her shoulder, mighty and menacing, the very image of spitfires, cinders, and molten crescendos, waiting for him to say anything. Anything at all.
Nothing.
Gods, when had he become such a disappointment?
Her smug grin shifted into a feral frown again, a roll of her eyes persisting, before she began a drifting, following maneuver towards more jungle outsets. “What are you looking for out here?” She snarled and hissed at him, no end to her callousness and irritation, settling into the rigidness of her shoulders, of the way her spine grew taut, of the movements threatening to unfurl, unravel, unleash into something brutal and barbaric without hesitation. Because the answers to his issues likely weren’t going to be found in the fronds.
Her eyes were still narrowed when she glanced back at him over her shoulder, mighty and menacing, the very image of spitfires, cinders, and molten crescendos, waiting for him to say anything. Anything at all.
Nothing.
Gods, when had he become such a disappointment?
Her smug grin shifted into a feral frown again, a roll of her eyes persisting, before she began a drifting, following maneuver towards more jungle outsets. “What are you looking for out here?” She snarled and hissed at him, no end to her callousness and irritation, settling into the rigidness of her shoulders, of the way her spine grew taut, of the movements threatening to unfurl, unravel, unleash into something brutal and barbaric without hesitation. Because the answers to his issues likely weren’t going to be found in the fronds.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
