Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
She didn’t want the discussion of companions to become another diminishing accord, so she stuffed the notions of Haai, of the peaks and valleys of loss, into something else – like a winsome smile, like a Cheshire grin at the prospects of more fire and more souls.
Besides, there was far more to uncover with the other news. Hers was nothing compared to the weight of everything else spiraling (and why was it always him?).
Her hands gripped tightly over the rocks nearby, listening first, before giving into a reaction (which one could suppose might be maturing, or she was finally learning how to deal with him). Deals. No punishments. Other things. And she had to wonder if all the dedication, all the loyalty, held little for him any longer – which depths he traversed when all was said and done. To be capable of saying no to Safrin must’ve been a daunting and daring task on its own, much less with the other semblances aside. Her jaw feathered, and she breathed a sigh, permitting it to unfurl from her lungs at a slow, steady pace – and then started putting the stones into the bag once more. “What does this mean for Nate?” The first and foremost inquiry, hoping he hadn’t wandered deeper into another mire and warren. “And how did Safrin take it?” Melita didn’t look at him, not now, concentrating on her efforts while her mind swarmed.
Besides, there was far more to uncover with the other news. Hers was nothing compared to the weight of everything else spiraling (and why was it always him?).
Her hands gripped tightly over the rocks nearby, listening first, before giving into a reaction (which one could suppose might be maturing, or she was finally learning how to deal with him). Deals. No punishments. Other things. And she had to wonder if all the dedication, all the loyalty, held little for him any longer – which depths he traversed when all was said and done. To be capable of saying no to Safrin must’ve been a daunting and daring task on its own, much less with the other semblances aside. Her jaw feathered, and she breathed a sigh, permitting it to unfurl from her lungs at a slow, steady pace – and then started putting the stones into the bag once more. “What does this mean for Nate?” The first and foremost inquiry, hoping he hadn’t wandered deeper into another mire and warren. “And how did Safrin take it?” Melita didn’t look at him, not now, concentrating on her efforts while her mind swarmed.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
