bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She can’t help but watch the surroundings and him; though the former was for any impending lethal swing of Halo’s winds, and the latter more for any other marring wounds. He wasn’t limping or gimping or seemed to be suffering in any lacerated capacity, which would’ve been something she expected coming out of any tough Ru conversation. So she listened instead of immediately bursting in with something, heavily laden boots and stolen Iskra layers keeping her warm as she trudged; eyes widening briefly, but glancing at the ground so he didn’t see her shock so rapidly contorting around her face. “But she…accepted it?” Maybe there hadn’t been much else for her to do. Cringing a little, her nose wrinkled, face drifting back behind her scarf as another breeze blew in.
The news about Colt’s ranch, and then impending, resulting measures had her blinking at him, dumbfounded and bewildered. “Gods – but the desert fuckin sucks.” Last time she’d gone…well, she and Ronin had accidentally blown up an ally during the skeleton monster shindig… “What’d you guys decide to do for the region?”
The news about Colt’s ranch, and then impending, resulting measures had her blinking at him, dumbfounded and bewildered. “Gods – but the desert fuckin sucks.” Last time she’d gone…well, she and Ronin had accidentally blown up an ally during the skeleton monster shindig… “What’d you guys decide to do for the region?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
