MELITA
The Honeybee laughed – she couldn’t quite help herself. “I don’t know. I think if I were an all-powerful god, I’d be obnoxious as fuck, so no one would come bother me.” So minus the omniscient part, much like her regular self. While Rae very well might have had other reasons for not giving or granting the lily in general, the speculation caused a Cheshire grin and more giggles. And shit joking along was even more impressive, especially when combined with threats. She hummed under her breath, a light little tune that probably would’ve been ominous in any other situation, head tilting on her amusements. “That would be delightful. And he would've done a crappy job.”
As for bluffs and Starfall, she lost the entanglements of her snicker, attention deviating back to Starfall in the distance. “It’s hard to take a risk against a sham,” she supposed, nose wrinkling. “We’ll find out more whenever they get back, but…like, how the fuck is anyone supposed to unseat Dahlia? We know she’s strong.” Given what had happened to Remi.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
