Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Between all three of them (but mostly Thalassa and Melita, sorry Rhiannon), the pile of rubble, ruin, and void nonsense bolstered into flame. A working conflagration of sparked endeavors and cheeky notions was quite the sight to see – long-enduring embers and shards of violet vehemence smoldering and springing into ash and dust, to be scattered on wind and nothing else. It gave the Honeybee a generous, Cheshire grin again, to stand back and behold the magntitude of what they’d done; conquering the Feverlands, but also bringing things back to fruition. Even if the mud and swamp still kinda sucked.
“Well, that’s all we can do for now,” she brushed her hands together, glancing at both Ancient and Abandoned. “Thanks for the hard work.” At least, presently, they could sleep easy knowing pieces were back in place. And that the Family and void could fuck off.
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Thank you for helping clean up! That’s a wrap!
[FIN]
“Well, that’s all we can do for now,” she brushed her hands together, glancing at both Ancient and Abandoned. “Thanks for the hard work.” At least, presently, they could sleep easy knowing pieces were back in place. And that the Family and void could fuck off.
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Thank you for helping clean up! That’s a wrap!
[FIN]
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
