bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Her eyes widened slightly at the prospect of Ru just not acknowledging the heart. After everything they’d done together, upheaval after upheaval, dust after dust, trying so hard to salvage something out of every ruin, it seemed so strange to the Honeybee. Perhaps the Valkyrie hadn’t been able to admit it yet – too far gone in her own grief or surprise. She’d wanted to give either of them the benefit of the doubt, so she glanced downward again, kicking at a chunk of ice and watched it slide across the blackened beach. “Maybe in time she’ll realize it or…,” she paused, because it seemed to be he’d made up his mind, and that it probably scarcely mattered now. He’d have to mend things on his own – and whether or not that meant she’d be back in his life seemed to rely on many different potentials all at once. “Or at least give an apology,” the demigod opted for instead. It probably still wouldn’t be enough after everything.
The desert was a whole other strange notion that Melita couldn’t quite wrap her head around. “Huh. Well. The Greatwood would be like way easier but…go off I guess.” The healing river was another intriguing prospect, going the way several regions had ensured there were extra measures for those who lived within – briefly amused at the tiered levels of how they’d gone about it. “Oooh, nice.”
The desert was a whole other strange notion that Melita couldn’t quite wrap her head around. “Huh. Well. The Greatwood would be like way easier but…go off I guess.” The healing river was another intriguing prospect, going the way several regions had ensured there were extra measures for those who lived within – briefly amused at the tiered levels of how they’d gone about it. “Oooh, nice.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
