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The Honeybee’s definition of “good” was a bit of a floundering one – her own range of tempestuous emotions would lend itself to particular bouts of melancholy, contentment, or blinding, vicious rage. She supposed if Flora could at least talk about the haphazard ventures and dilemmas, then at least she was better than she…could’ve been? Melita would’ve been the type to throw everything overboard or set the Ark on fire.
“Eh, just making sure you weren’t ready to toss yourself into the ocean just yet. Especially over an asshat,” and she smiled, though it was more soft and obliging than facetious, golden eyes flickering over the Queen as if assessing mortal peril and how she’d been recovering from the latest. “I have, yeah,” and she gestured off-handedly towards the waves. She withheld the incoming commentary behind her teeth (surprised it took this long or guuuurl c’mon you knew he was a pile of shit), and settled for a childish wrinkle to her nose. “Sorry about all that. He’s always been -,” well, Flora knew.
Shrugging her shoulders, her gaze went back up from sand and squall to Flora’s face as she relented her latest quest – from Ludo itself. If that didn’t inspire a Cheshire grin upon the Honeybee’s face, well, not much more could, save for committing arson. “Oh. Not think about a memory. So like, pushing it aside for others or some shit?” Blowing air out through her lips, she snorted. “I’m guessing it's one especially about Jack? You could have Ludo just take away all of those memories, if you wanted.”
“Eh, just making sure you weren’t ready to toss yourself into the ocean just yet. Especially over an asshat,” and she smiled, though it was more soft and obliging than facetious, golden eyes flickering over the Queen as if assessing mortal peril and how she’d been recovering from the latest. “I have, yeah,” and she gestured off-handedly towards the waves. She withheld the incoming commentary behind her teeth (surprised it took this long or guuuurl c’mon you knew he was a pile of shit), and settled for a childish wrinkle to her nose. “Sorry about all that. He’s always been -,” well, Flora knew.
Shrugging her shoulders, her gaze went back up from sand and squall to Flora’s face as she relented her latest quest – from Ludo itself. If that didn’t inspire a Cheshire grin upon the Honeybee’s face, well, not much more could, save for committing arson. “Oh. Not think about a memory. So like, pushing it aside for others or some shit?” Blowing air out through her lips, she snorted. “I’m guessing it's one especially about Jack? You could have Ludo just take away all of those memories, if you wanted.”
Melita
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