bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
There were more considerations and suggestions, as if perhaps he’d been thinking this over for some time, and Melita could only pause, fingers sliding along the kite string. Used to some emboldened purpose, with no real reason for anything other than indulging those capricious whims, the Honeybee was stunned into having to process, think, and mull over a rather life-changing opportunity. Her gilded eyes followed the tracks of the bee and the dragon, puzzled and perplexed, feeling like there was some precipice under her feet now, and for once, she was looking down.
But the pressure seemed off, just an offer on the horizon, and she nodded, swallowing down something she couldn’t quite name. “Uh, yeah. Let me think it over and see what he says too.”
He must have figured she’d need a distraction after that, because the offer caused her head to swing upwards again. “Aww, but I don’t want to ruin it,” pointing solely to her crafted contraption – unbothered if Sunjata’s took on damage.
But the pressure seemed off, just an offer on the horizon, and she nodded, swallowing down something she couldn’t quite name. “Uh, yeah. Let me think it over and see what he says too.”
He must have figured she’d need a distraction after that, because the offer caused her head to swing upwards again. “Aww, but I don’t want to ruin it,” pointing solely to her crafted contraption – unbothered if Sunjata’s took on damage.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
