I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Maybe it’d been the folly of youth then – to believe in things out of one’s control. Or in some form of ulterior persuasions and motivations, trifling in the mire of too many semblances all at once. When he didn’t ask her in return, she was relieved; uncertain what her answer would be. The Honeybee didn’t dream of being a toy for fate.
But then he was asking questions, and she meandered over to watch and bear witness to the response. Snorting at the inquiry itself, and finishing off one strawberry before intending to mow down a second, her eyes caught the telltale bubbling of the die remaining and lodged amidst liquid fixtures. “It is decidedly so.” Her brows went upward, gaze going askew. “Huh. Maybe you’ve gotten better.”
She grasped the object of out his hands soon after. “My turn~,” she hummed, shaking and rattling the thing ridiculously. “Will I be a good demigod?” She asked with a wrinkle to her nose, as if she was still uncertain about the pragmatics of such an occupation. When the bubbles conformed, they eventually read out ‘you may rely on it’.
But then he was asking questions, and she meandered over to watch and bear witness to the response. Snorting at the inquiry itself, and finishing off one strawberry before intending to mow down a second, her eyes caught the telltale bubbling of the die remaining and lodged amidst liquid fixtures. “It is decidedly so.” Her brows went upward, gaze going askew. “Huh. Maybe you’ve gotten better.”
She grasped the object of out his hands soon after. “My turn~,” she hummed, shaking and rattling the thing ridiculously. “Will I be a good demigod?” She asked with a wrinkle to her nose, as if she was still uncertain about the pragmatics of such an occupation. When the bubbles conformed, they eventually read out ‘you may rely on it’.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
