to be lit up from within
vein by vein
More laughter, more amusements, the mark hitting exactly where she wanted it – Saiden had probably been a lot of things, but hygienic and charming probably weren’t at the top. Suddenly, the youth, in between giggles and clutching at her side, the youth gasped – as if struck by another notion entirely. “Maybe he was cursed!” She’d heard of worse – or perhaps…better, in this case – and stranger walks of life maimed and marred by spirits, by angry, vicious deities and whatever else an individual happened to run into. Pleased with this modicum of thought, the youth leaned back against the log, pondering the matter further. “To never bathe or…,” she snorted, continuing the patterns webbing through her mind. “To always have itchy balls.” Only then, very proud of herself, did her eyes meander back to Milo’s – eager to see his reaction.to be the sun
MELITA
