I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
She waited again, pausing in her current plotting. There were only soft sounds exuding nearby, movement, motion, someone clearly investigating. Drifting downward and peeking into the window – and only halting shortly before remembering he couldn’t see her left her slightly frozen – before deciding on her final divinations.
Quietly and stealthily, she scooted back upwards, and then dove into her pockets. There, clutched in her hands, were three ducks from the latest accidental plunge of chaos magic. One painted in all white, silhouetted by nothing but the shocked expression on its face, another in all majestic greenery, like it should’ve been part of a Fae movement, and the last, a shrouded and ragged looking depiction of what could’ve been a knockoff Ludo.
Taking all three in her grasp, she dangled over the sides again, and when the time was right, launched all three through the opening.
Quietly and stealthily, she scooted back upwards, and then dove into her pockets. There, clutched in her hands, were three ducks from the latest accidental plunge of chaos magic. One painted in all white, silhouetted by nothing but the shocked expression on its face, another in all majestic greenery, like it should’ve been part of a Fae movement, and the last, a shrouded and ragged looking depiction of what could’ve been a knockoff Ludo.
Taking all three in her grasp, she dangled over the sides again, and when the time was right, launched all three through the opening.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
