The Honeybee
I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell
The Honeybee had a vocabulary full of uncommon curses and profanities, and would certainly teach Flora an array of them if the Doubletake craved it. For now, she beamed in her feral wickedness, plunging her fingers into another portion of crackers.I'll heal in hell
The other notions, however, made her take another swig of her drink. “Seriously.” As for the other considerations, of which she clearly hadn’t bothered with before, her brows furrowed, giving it some deliberation. If they truly got together again, Ru would be her aunt…which would make Flora…”Cousins?” She said, though not too confidently.
Gossip and dramatics were much more the Honeybee’s taste, and she leaned in closer as Flora’s voice got lower – the perfect audience member as her mouth rounded into a vague ‘oh’ and her jaw dropped significantly. Eventually her lips moved in a silent ‘what the fuck’, before any words came out. “That’s like…really disturbing. Ru wouldn’t let someone just…take advantage of her,” tapping on her chin, and pondering if her uncle fit into that category, her nose wrinkled once more. “Huh. Bizarre. And she’d never said anything about it?” What if he was like - some live in...service and errand boy? Like a pool boy but...courier...Melita ended up shaking her head and ridding the mental image away.
Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage
of incandescent rage
Melita
