regions of moonlight and chaos
Considering what she knew about Safrin, the Honeybee wrinkled her nose at Ronin’s response, and then her eyes widened at Remi’s inclusion of another time and tale. “Pushed you off a cloud…,” and then her brows furrowed, trying to coordinate the notions of advice with a near-death experience. Swallowing down something else she wanted to say, but thought better of, she nodded towards the White Knight. “Well, I hope it goes decently for you.”
She could hear Ronin’s warning though, in a way, and her eyes peeled down, fingers clutching onto a small lemon drop before plopping it into her mouth to stop another semblance of dread from searing. Because these duties weren’t the same – she didn’t walk down the parallels of death, steering and guiding lost souls – instead, she was chosen to provide and preside in bedlam, in tricks, in trades, in places where the solemn platitudes could break apart. Looking back at the Bastion, with his dick-markered face, she had to wonder just how he’d managed to endure all of these things, time and time again.
Maybe she’d be tossed aside eventually too.
She tried to match the man’s cheerful expression with a faint smile, but the light was gone. “Any…advice? It only told me I was to be like…chaos. That everyone and everything were too serious,” and she fumbled around with her hands, as if they were expanding upon a small explosion.
She could hear Ronin’s warning though, in a way, and her eyes peeled down, fingers clutching onto a small lemon drop before plopping it into her mouth to stop another semblance of dread from searing. Because these duties weren’t the same – she didn’t walk down the parallels of death, steering and guiding lost souls – instead, she was chosen to provide and preside in bedlam, in tricks, in trades, in places where the solemn platitudes could break apart. Looking back at the Bastion, with his dick-markered face, she had to wonder just how he’d managed to endure all of these things, time and time again.
Maybe she’d be tossed aside eventually too.
She tried to match the man’s cheerful expression with a faint smile, but the light was gone. “Any…advice? It only told me I was to be like…chaos. That everyone and everything were too serious,” and she fumbled around with her hands, as if they were expanding upon a small explosion.
the honeybee
