{se} I want so much more sometimes

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

A suit? Melita had never considered it – despite her utter lack of daintiness and overall femininity, she was quite comfortable in her dresses – flowy and unassuming, until she unfurled some manner of armaments from underneath all that satin and lace. “Hm. I don’t know. I wouldn’t be able to get to all my weapons.” Her nose wrinkled, leaving no explanation to that, but Evie could likely assume there were any number of knives strapped to the Honeybee’s legs, hidden and tucked away. “And wouldn’t it get hot?” Maybe Halo could have their suits, but Torchline's heat would've made being so meticulously covered a dreadful disposition.

The lithe smuggler looked downward, back into the sand and pools of water around her shins and did her own inward grimace. “Yeah, mine has bloodstains.” But then she shrugged her shoulders, unbothered by it. “At least we tried!”

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun