to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Milo somehow managed to distract from that predicament currently cycling through her head, enough to take the bottle and a few more swigs while he talked. Was it better or worse to have been like him – tucked away in Torchline, not immersed in the hellholes of Outlander worlds, or submerged into the horrors here? “Which do you prefer?” She wondered out loud, head tilting vaguely, ignoring the marshmallows now. Fangorn made some hissing, rumbling sounds, either in comfort or confusion.Nose wrinkling, she sighed, poking at the ground again with her stick. “Would you rather stay in Torchline, or venture out more?” Like with the Ark and the rest of them, dragged around and traversing around? Melita hadn’t even realized it’d been her tugging him along most of the time – either to the Climb, to the Feverlands, or elsewhere.
to be the sun
MELITA
