bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Once semblances of other things were finalized, Melita wasted no time, breezily situating them amongst the Last Word, sliding into a booth and snagging at the drinks’ menu, as if she hadn’t had enough at the meeting. “First,” she remembered, abandoning the outlook of cocktails for her bag, and removing another contained inside. “This is for Ronin, for helping me with Safrin,” and she slid it over towards the Bastion, a grin on her features despite everything that coincided with said gift. Contained within was some Halovian whiskey from her spare moments between dropping off Iskra and discussing things with Amhran, and a wide assortment of baked goods and candies.
Sighing, she tilted her head, studied the man who’d once been so interwoven with Ludo that she was certain it’d left an abundance of scars. His had been a different side – and she could readily understand if he didn’t want to cross back into those paths. But he was also one of the few she could avidly discuss it with. That understood. “Second…did he tell you about everything going on?”
Sighing, she tilted her head, studied the man who’d once been so interwoven with Ludo that she was certain it’d left an abundance of scars. His had been a different side – and she could readily understand if he didn’t want to cross back into those paths. But he was also one of the few she could avidly discuss it with. That understood. “Second…did he tell you about everything going on?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
