to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Melita waited; fingers dancing along portions and pieces of the log as she leaned back on it, anticipating some sort of reaction from his attempts with the object. The gasp of surprise sealed the mischievous smile on her features, and her eyes flickered back to his. “What did you see?” As for Saiden, her head tilted, before more of the platitudes came to light. She suddenly burst into laughter at the image, at the memories of Saiden that she’d apparently blocked out. If any nocturnal creatures had sought out refuge nearby, undoubtedly their matching cackles drove them all away. Absent-mindedly, she wiped a tear from her cheek, one of merriment and certainly not driven by angst, and when she’d gained back her breath and the pain in her ribcage ceased, she could speak again. In between more fits of giggles. “Ah yes. One-Eyed Ball-Scratching Saiden.” Another round threatened to start, but she wrinkled her nose instead, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Do you think he had some issues down there?”
to be the sun
MELITA
