bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She was grateful to be away from the crowds again; another unexpected thing, given how often she ran headlong into them. But the shock to the system and the wherewithal of failure, leading to death, had a particular and peculiar way of weighing down on her that most other notions never had. She craved to bristle and unravel and torment something – but in those hinges she only had herself. The Honeybee sipped at the drink instead, listening, eyes tracking and trailing on the sand as her companions lingered behind.
Her nose wrinkled at the distinct advice she could hear; already yearning to fight it. “Yeah I…I guess I took a lot for granted.” And maybe that was the cold, hard truth of it all; because she’d simply been too determined, too stubborn, too willful, too proud, too stupid to die. And maybe even worse was that it’d all been so simple. No bloodthirsty monster. No boney fragments across sand. No piece or pocket of war. Just stupid Sah and his stupid electricity. “Did it take a long time to gain everything back?” Clearly, Melita hadn't noticed. Or she'd just presumed him to be so strong in any interval, that it had scarcely mattered to her.
Her nose wrinkled at the distinct advice she could hear; already yearning to fight it. “Yeah I…I guess I took a lot for granted.” And maybe that was the cold, hard truth of it all; because she’d simply been too determined, too stubborn, too willful, too proud, too stupid to die. And maybe even worse was that it’d all been so simple. No bloodthirsty monster. No boney fragments across sand. No piece or pocket of war. Just stupid Sah and his stupid electricity. “Did it take a long time to gain everything back?” Clearly, Melita hadn't noticed. Or she'd just presumed him to be so strong in any interval, that it had scarcely mattered to her.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
