to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Her head tilted, taking another swig of the liquor as he contemplated, finally relenting an answer. There was an undignified snort behind it, a warm round of laughter buoyed by booze and no more discussion of ghosts. “Good,” she finally responded, humming lightly under her breath, adjusting and adding to her bizarre, poorly depicted Ark, placing a grumpy Jack with his sear cat at the helm. “Where do you think we’ll head next?”Her own bright grin returned towards his at the acceptance and admittance that she hadn’t been pulling him along out of his discomfort. “Okay. Just making sure.” With her boldness and audacity, it might’ve been easily misconstrued or overlooked.
to be the sun
MELITA
