bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
With such notions as biding her time, weighing out her opportunities, and actual discussions with employers (who knew maturity was even a thing in her line of existence?), she let the subject matter drop. Though it remained a consistent motion in her mind, and would for some time to come, she wasn’t about to let it consume the moment either.
Not when there was havoc and vehemence to be had.
Eyes flickering back up to Sunjata’s kite, and the potential of damage and mayhem to it, her smile took on a far more distinct and sinister connotation. Devilish and Cheshire, as if eternally poised and ready to strike down something. “Sure,” was the impish acceptance. “Any weapons in particular?” She’d find it much easier to use her bow – but she wasn’t certain of the current parameters, nor what the Flood had in store anymore, what with his demi inclinations.
Not when there was havoc and vehemence to be had.
Eyes flickering back up to Sunjata’s kite, and the potential of damage and mayhem to it, her smile took on a far more distinct and sinister connotation. Devilish and Cheshire, as if eternally poised and ready to strike down something. “Sure,” was the impish acceptance. “Any weapons in particular?” She’d find it much easier to use her bow – but she wasn’t certain of the current parameters, nor what the Flood had in store anymore, what with his demi inclinations.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
