to be lit up from within
vein by vein
“Yeah,” she smiled – satisfied with the notions. And while there were notable differences, some of it was sheer love of the sea, of the wind, of the surf, and of the sand; keystones to her wild, ambitious heart. The bread was another lure, and she immediately snagged at the chunk, grateful and obliging all at once. “Thank you.” And a promise embedded in there too, as she hummed happy notes around the delicious morsels. “Of course. And maybe I’ll track down that weird house thing too.” Presuming Raza had seen it, after all; the images bizarre and clear as day in the corner of the youth’s mind.And from there, they could trade other anecdotes and stories – a wonderful afternoon with the brethren of Torchline. Content, and familiar.
{FIN <3}
to be the sun
MELITA
