to be lit up from within
vein by vein
The acceptance rendered again, and she nodded, saying nothing more on the subject, pushing past the discomfort and apprehension, stowing it away in the back of her mind, in the inhale and exhale of her lungs. Onward, and onward, and onward, the same old tale, the same old saga, clinging desperately to her own determination, and any hope residing somewhere in the midst. The news about Samuel was all the more unpleasant, and though she had her own issues with the redhead, mostly concerning and surrounding Nate’s ascension, she didn’t want to wish anymore ruin and debacle on him. Unless it was by her own vengeful hands. “I’m sorry to hear that.” A frown while she wandered, calloused fingers still gently gliding over rocks and enamel. “There has to be something the Ascended could try.” Could use. Could heal from. She doubted it was an Old God curse – because why would they do it to their own followers and supporters? She doubted it was a New God curse as well, for the same reasons.What outside forces were plaguing them? And why?
Her eyes followed Milo, until he hit the center, the middle portion jutting out, massive, encompassing. “I don’t know. It’s like the Temple in the Hollowed Grounds in a way. Makes you wonder if something was worshipped here.” Or maybe some rituals. Some sacrifices. Something coveted and contorted and blackened. “Be careful,” she uttered on a whisper, uncertain if he was going to reach out and touch it.
to be the sun
MELITA
