to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Making to grab the bottle back after his swig, and if they fought over it, so be it, the youth hummed under her breath, taking the proffered cracker. “Solid men. Huh.” And a shrug to her shoulders curled through; mind envisioning a bizarre hoard of humans rising out of the depths all on their own power, overrunning an entire ship. “Well, I hope we don’t run into any of those,” handwaving it off; though with her abilities in cannon fire and archery, maybe it wouldn’t matter.She intended to take another marshmallow, but then realized it was her turn. “All right, hm.” She tapped on her chin, mostly because there were several she could account for, embellish here and there, and the liquor had already started a very pleasant buzz in her mind. Another drink, and she began. “There was once a beast called Kisamoa. He was very charming, even capable of lying to and swindling the gods. At first, his actions seemed innocent. Find some bones. Clean up a marsh. Fight a monster. Standard stuff.” Her eyes went to the fire, lips twitching somewhat, either in a smile or some attempt at a fanged outreach; it couldn’t be certain. “But then it became very clear that anyone and everyone who’d helped him had made a horrible mistake.”
to be the sun
MELITA
