bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She could tell by the flattened tone that the suggestion was going nowhere – and whether or not it was the end all be all might matter further down the line, or it’d already ceased and desisted in those final moments. Her eyes flicked back to him, watching with all the speculative air of someone studying an indiscernible object found down at the bottom of some well – always trying to puzzle together what and why and how things managed to get this way for him. She didn’t think the blame landed squarely on his shoulders, not after her death or the loss of the heart, but the relationship conga line was something to behold.
Instead the subject altered to Colt and her departure into the desert – though the motive still didn’t seem very strong – her brow arching from beneath multiple layers of hats, voice muffled behind the scarves. “Got into it? Is she leaving because you guys fought or something?” Perplexed, she shook her head, watched as some little forms maneuvered in the distance, wishing she’d brought Sila out with them.
The river seemed to inspire more of a reaction though, so she stuck to that subject, eyes tracing the white blobs. “That makes sense. It’ll be a nice watery addition too.” She’d hardly expected the last inquiry, though she probably should’ve anticipated something. “Oh, well. I did get my cannons, so I’m ready for more attacks,” and she made a few finger gun motions, though they were slightly less animated within the gloves. As for Iskra, her face warmed up again and she’d blame the blush on the sudden amount of warmth flickering through many, many layers of snow gear. “We harassed people in the Celestine.”
Instead the subject altered to Colt and her departure into the desert – though the motive still didn’t seem very strong – her brow arching from beneath multiple layers of hats, voice muffled behind the scarves. “Got into it? Is she leaving because you guys fought or something?” Perplexed, she shook her head, watched as some little forms maneuvered in the distance, wishing she’d brought Sila out with them.
The river seemed to inspire more of a reaction though, so she stuck to that subject, eyes tracing the white blobs. “That makes sense. It’ll be a nice watery addition too.” She’d hardly expected the last inquiry, though she probably should’ve anticipated something. “Oh, well. I did get my cannons, so I’m ready for more attacks,” and she made a few finger gun motions, though they were slightly less animated within the gloves. As for Iskra, her face warmed up again and she’d blame the blush on the sudden amount of warmth flickering through many, many layers of snow gear. “We harassed people in the Celestine.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
