[se] tarnished but grand

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

For a moment, Melita’s cheeks rounded with overly-inflated air, and then let them out with slow and soft exhales as she contemplated the matter. Twirling around the last bit of jerky between her fingers, and then simply in her palm, she restlessly toyed with the notions. No – she wouldn’t put it past him. “Gods, that’d be so pathetic though.” And yet, so on point.

Though the other notions rattled her mind a bit, as Melita wasn’t one to build up too many perplexities there. “I guess,” she gave a second later, nose wrinkling and curling again. “And she knows he’s a weirdo.” It was something fundamentally acknowledged and visible.

As for Sunjata, she could only shrug her shoulders and sigh. “I’m not sure. He tends to keep to himself nowadays,” especially considering everything before, during, and after the war. “Rumors to protect your mom though…I think those are always game.” And then, with a little toss of her head, the snicker began to return. "What were you thinking of saying?"

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita