mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Discernment in tinier doses seemed to be working for the Honeybee, mind catching up with the parallels and discoveries, ranging from Ru’s death (which he either didn’t seem fazed by, or there was something else brewing underneath) to the ‘heart’ situation. She recalled those particular patterns much earlier on; she hadn’t liked the notion from the start, but her arguments were usually wasted on deaf ears, or the sentiments already completed long before she got to hear of their exploits. Her jaw clenched, and instantly of immediately launching into some tirade, she gathered her plate and placed more of the skewered meat on it – the aroma rich and lively and hoping to suppress the sudden rage filling her.
She didn’t know why she’d thought this dinner would go smoothly; hope and inspiration dwindling down to the bones of her uncle’s ongoing saga. Turning to Iskra, she almost wanted to shrug; the whole thing had been stupid, controlling, and possessive from the start. She almost wasn’t sure who to blame for the parameters. Raising one of the kebabs, she sighed, shaking her head. “Ru had Sunjata’s heart, essentially so he couldn’t have feelings for anyone else.” Perhaps it’d been a safeguard against the Family, but gods, the notions thereafter left her reeling. She opted to chew on the food instead.
But to hear of the Heartless name springing about because of the current situation, and the demise of said artifact, her cheeks flushed –the walls of frustrations closing in. “It’s fucking dead?” What in the fuck was the matter with them? Why couldn’t anything ever go smoothly? She sat down at the table, wondering if beating her head into its surface would amount to anything. Instead, she stared down at her plate, then grabbed another round of crab rangoons, as if eating her feelings might be better. “Do you quest for another one or…?”
She didn’t know why she’d thought this dinner would go smoothly; hope and inspiration dwindling down to the bones of her uncle’s ongoing saga. Turning to Iskra, she almost wanted to shrug; the whole thing had been stupid, controlling, and possessive from the start. She almost wasn’t sure who to blame for the parameters. Raising one of the kebabs, she sighed, shaking her head. “Ru had Sunjata’s heart, essentially so he couldn’t have feelings for anyone else.” Perhaps it’d been a safeguard against the Family, but gods, the notions thereafter left her reeling. She opted to chew on the food instead.
But to hear of the Heartless name springing about because of the current situation, and the demise of said artifact, her cheeks flushed –the walls of frustrations closing in. “It’s fucking dead?” What in the fuck was the matter with them? Why couldn’t anything ever go smoothly? She sat down at the table, wondering if beating her head into its surface would amount to anything. Instead, she stared down at her plate, then grabbed another round of crab rangoons, as if eating her feelings might be better. “Do you quest for another one or…?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
