bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
“Maybe it’s something that can disappear,” another sentiment she wouldn’t put past Caido; beginning to untangle a few knots in her string, contemplating and imagining a massive elephant smashing into the ground, and then getting up, walking away, and dissipating into the world as if nothing happened. Snorting at the mental, and somewhat deranged image, she was only half-listening at beaches holding up, still laughing to herself as her kite began to flicker its way into the sky.
While the little bee buzzed about, she finally tuned into what her uncle was saying. Ruling King’s End. She blinked rapidly, thinking maybe she heard wrong, and then the other statement followed, and it took more than a second for everything to catch up to one another. She likely looked like a gaping fish as she stared him down (because good gods why would anyone want to rule, especially again?) and her part in it. “Well, uh,” was a brief stammer, gaze segmenting back to the kite so she had something to steady her eyes on.
“I don’t know,” she eventually murmured. Because Torchline was all she’d known for a long while, where she held her job on the Ark, where purpose had been driven –
And she was restless. Bored.
“Torchline has gotten so dull,” pieced and pierced first. “But what would I do here?” She wanted nothing to do with brothels, which seemed to be the main fixture at the moment.
While the little bee buzzed about, she finally tuned into what her uncle was saying. Ruling King’s End. She blinked rapidly, thinking maybe she heard wrong, and then the other statement followed, and it took more than a second for everything to catch up to one another. She likely looked like a gaping fish as she stared him down (because good gods why would anyone want to rule, especially again?) and her part in it. “Well, uh,” was a brief stammer, gaze segmenting back to the kite so she had something to steady her eyes on.
“I don’t know,” she eventually murmured. Because Torchline was all she’d known for a long while, where she held her job on the Ark, where purpose had been driven –
And she was restless. Bored.
“Torchline has gotten so dull,” pieced and pierced first. “But what would I do here?” She wanted nothing to do with brothels, which seemed to be the main fixture at the moment.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
