to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Well,” she paused, dismayed, saddened a little, wondering how often he’d been forced to do things he didn’t want to do. “Do you enjoy it now?” Or would it be his last voyage – sailing into the swamps? Would he simply linger and live his life in Torchline, accompanying Jack with alternative smuggler duties, and leaving them to recruit for more individuals yearning for the sea? “And you need to tell me if you don’t want to be dragged out somewhere,” she snorted – presuming his easygoing nature had just been the forefront of adventures, willing to go merely because she’d asked, even if it was absurdly stupid. She breathed a little easier, presuming he’d have some discussions with Aurelia about it. The notions weren’t really her business after that, so she cast her stick back out, traced and drew little lines of a boat.
to be the sun
MELITA
