Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
She already knew the details of this story – passed along from either Nate or rumors, the alcohol confounded and buzzed around her brain and she wasn’t really sure anymore. Preferring the latter over any quick witted or sharp remarks, she inwardly rolled her eyes at the incessant need for melodramatics. “I’m not even surprised.” At Ronin or Sunjata or Safrin. It was why the Honeybee kept to her own business in regards to the goddess – not intending any familial ties in the starry one’s radar. Or just the incessant need for the Flood to be in some foul swoon; drawn to theatrics and stupidity like a moth to a flame.
It also wouldn’t be the first time someone had asked her the very same question. “Fuck if I know,” had become the tandem response, snorting and billowing out some rage that didn’t have quite the same taste. “Probably business, and then he’ll see there’s none to be had.”
It also wouldn’t be the first time someone had asked her the very same question. “Fuck if I know,” had become the tandem response, snorting and billowing out some rage that didn’t have quite the same taste. “Probably business, and then he’ll see there’s none to be had.”
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
