Noe
Lights go out again
You stroke my pain and tempt my trouble
Seek how we pretend
You stroke my pain and tempt my trouble
Seek how we pretend
Noe continued on with her work, keeping an eye on their pile as she did so to try and keep it from toppling over and spreading debris all over the place. It was all broken glass and sharp edges by now, and so Noe picked through the sands carefully to avoid cutting her bare feet. Her shoes were somewhere up the beach - cheap sandals picked up once she had arrived in Torchline - and she wasn't quite ready to go searching for them yet. Now that she'd started cleaning up, she was loathe to leave in the middle of her task. No, she would see it through to its conclusion.
So she listened to the list of places that Melita offered with her lips pursed in thought. "When you say bones, like - what kind of bones?" she asked dubiously. Of all the options, that one was the most thought-provoking of the things Melita had listed, if only because it was so vague. "Island with bones" could be, like, an island with bones on it, or, knowing Caido, an island made of bones, so it seemed a worthwhile question to ask before she went gallivanting off to see it for herself. No sense in making the trip just to be disappointed.
So she listened to the list of places that Melita offered with her lips pursed in thought. "When you say bones, like - what kind of bones?" she asked dubiously. Of all the options, that one was the most thought-provoking of the things Melita had listed, if only because it was so vague. "Island with bones" could be, like, an island with bones on it, or, knowing Caido, an island made of bones, so it seemed a worthwhile question to ask before she went gallivanting off to see it for herself. No sense in making the trip just to be disappointed.
But we're not friends and we're not lovers
We're just trouble, we're just trouble
So tempt my trouble
We're just trouble, we're just trouble
So tempt my trouble
