The Honeybee
I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell
Children made Melita think of the twins Nate and Sunjata had…adopted (?), and then traces of the Safrin daughter, up in the midst of the stars somewhere. Overall, her nose wrinkled at the thought of it – mostly because of all the drama, the loss, and the heartache; Flora would know well enough of that on her own. I'll heal in hell
So instead of adding fuel to that fire, she steered around the other topic at hand – bristling gossip, twining around a piece of jerky to punctuate for emphasis as her features altered and changed with each new tidbit of information. At the innuendo, her eyes widened. At the other theatrical influences, her jaw dropped, or her head shook, mind reeling a thousand points. “What? He can’t just build or find his own fucking house? Sounds like a leech.”
At the whole best friend thing, her eyes rolled to the sky, glancing up at the stars and heavens while sticking the jerky in the corner of her mouth. “More I hear, the more he seems to be like a little weasel.” Unfortunately, she could only agree in the end. “That’s so strange. Why would she let him hang around then? Do you think she feels bad for him?”
Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage
of incandescent rage
Melita
