I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Melita snorted in disbelief at the firework comment; she’d believe it when she saw it, but otherwise kept herself occupied by ensuring the underwear were arranged upon each; imagining the impending display with growing amusement. The mischievous grin was rapidly replaced by something Cheshire and menacing, humming a little sea shanty tune under her breath as she continued tying them off. It’d be a wondrous thing to behold, little pieces of garment lit up in the skies and falling below with none the wiser.
Though his comment caused her brow to furrow, looking upwards as she readied a match. “Depends I guess. Did you want him to know?” She’d figured part of the rendering was to leave Kaisel amidst the unknown – confused, perplexed, bewildered by the state of the clothing once upon the line, only to be strewn about along the land. Could’ve been anyone, anything; maybe the blame would ripple, estrange relationships, cause quarrels, chaos, bedlam.
So in no time at all, the display unfurled with the touch of fire; pockets and rockets of color exploding into the sky, vivid, bright, and brilliant. If anyone were to look closely at the descending particles, they'd see various shapes and hues of the garments; maybe even parts of the fabric or demigod names, titles, and figures. An aesthetic of the wild to accompany the ridiculous, falling to the ground in remnants and nuances. All along, her grin was wide and Cheshire, whooping and whistling into the night until all of it was gone.
[FIN]
Though his comment caused her brow to furrow, looking upwards as she readied a match. “Depends I guess. Did you want him to know?” She’d figured part of the rendering was to leave Kaisel amidst the unknown – confused, perplexed, bewildered by the state of the clothing once upon the line, only to be strewn about along the land. Could’ve been anyone, anything; maybe the blame would ripple, estrange relationships, cause quarrels, chaos, bedlam.
So in no time at all, the display unfurled with the touch of fire; pockets and rockets of color exploding into the sky, vivid, bright, and brilliant. If anyone were to look closely at the descending particles, they'd see various shapes and hues of the garments; maybe even parts of the fabric or demigod names, titles, and figures. An aesthetic of the wild to accompany the ridiculous, falling to the ground in remnants and nuances. All along, her grin was wide and Cheshire, whooping and whistling into the night until all of it was gone.
[FIN]
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
