bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
How she’d missed the strange flowers in Torchline, King’s End, or Hak Etme was probably more luck than anything else, but all the information left her with a slight snarl, maneuvering away from the plant. Distracting Fangorn, Sila, and herself with the nearest shiny stone, she tapped on the opal-hued rock, muttering around the information. “Shit’s all going to hell again," as if they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Something else to unfurl beneath their feet.
The other notations parsed through her uncle’s meeting with Frey meant she abandoned the shiny particles for a moment to stare. Surpassing Remi and Ronin. Immortality. Hyrdras. Her brow arched before furrowing further, pondering if there was some other complexity around it, or it’d simply happened. “Huh. Well, congratulations,” she wouldn’t want to be immortal, personally; she’d seen enough loved ones perish, outliving them for the sake of carrying on. Doing it over and over again a vicious cycle was a bit much, even for those most vehement and barbaric. “Whatcha gonna do with all the new stuff?”
The other notations parsed through her uncle’s meeting with Frey meant she abandoned the shiny particles for a moment to stare. Surpassing Remi and Ronin. Immortality. Hyrdras. Her brow arched before furrowing further, pondering if there was some other complexity around it, or it’d simply happened. “Huh. Well, congratulations,” she wouldn’t want to be immortal, personally; she’d seen enough loved ones perish, outliving them for the sake of carrying on. Doing it over and over again a vicious cycle was a bit much, even for those most vehement and barbaric. “Whatcha gonna do with all the new stuff?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
