to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Pretending she wasn’t equally pissy if someone ruined her mischief, the Honeybee heaved another shrug. “S’pose it all depends on people signing up.” But she’d leave the notions planted – like a shitty, demonic, chaos gremlin – hoping to see it take fruition with, or without, her seditious guidance. Her head tilted, trying to recall if Iskra had ever commented on her uncle – or at least, what had been discussed in passing, her brows furrowing a little as Sunjata seemed to search for those occurrences. Alcohol, tattoos, and the mention of Ampere seemed par for the course, though the pegasus addition was new, and she’d have to decide on prying or leaving that up to the Abandoned to unfurl whenever it came about again. “Sounds about right,” she granted with a wrinkle of her nose and a cheeky grin, in either fondness or exasperation, finding they sometimes went hand in hand.
At the rest of the story though, she listened; eyes falling to the squawking people below, but content to let them continue to spiral around one another without her additional chicanery. “That was kind of you,” and she’d have to wonder where the feather had gone; maybe he’d place it amongst charms around the sword itself. As for their own meeting, she gave a soft laugh. “Ohhhh like ages ago, when we were all first allowed into Torchline and shit.” Barrier down, freedom ignited, bursts of childish enthusiasm granted. “Then he lost his mom and disappeared for a bit. Tried to find him for a little while, but, well, y’know,” given the last conversation they’d had about Ru, some people wouldn’t, or couldn’t, be found until the time was right.
to be the sun
MELITA
