bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Melita blinked, momentarily confused, making faces towards a sheet of ice as if it had more rhyme or reason than the sudden lurch of Colt’s blame game. “How would you have been able to control a fuckin’ fire?” Sure, he had water magic, but the whole notion of him not implementing something upon a land that wasn’t known for its wildfires…and just horrendous, rotten luck when it came to later seasons, was a tad on the ridiculous side. “And some of the electricity could’ve caused a fire too, so,” she shrugged, the logic of the Accepted not being high on her list of what the fucks today. "Not sure why it's your responsibility to manage her shit." Why hadn't Colt gone for more preventative measures on her end?
As for Iskra and his harassing potential, the Honeybee grinned. “Well, obviously he’s gotten better under my influence,” and she winked from behind the multitudes of layers, as if this shouldn’t have surprised Sunjata at all. “He can rile a crowd up pretty decently if he’s goaded enough,” uttered with abject fondness; recent memories of flame launching in Stormbreak (pre implosion and falling, obviously) and howling amongst the shadowfangs an amusing image. He'd likely been on his best behavior at the dinner party; and it'd only been the three of them.
But her attention meandered as she saw the drifting plumes of birds coming in, much closer, and she recognized them for their descriptions beforehand. “Are those the fat, dumb birds everyone hates here?”
As for Iskra and his harassing potential, the Honeybee grinned. “Well, obviously he’s gotten better under my influence,” and she winked from behind the multitudes of layers, as if this shouldn’t have surprised Sunjata at all. “He can rile a crowd up pretty decently if he’s goaded enough,” uttered with abject fondness; recent memories of flame launching in Stormbreak (pre implosion and falling, obviously) and howling amongst the shadowfangs an amusing image. He'd likely been on his best behavior at the dinner party; and it'd only been the three of them.
But her attention meandered as she saw the drifting plumes of birds coming in, much closer, and she recognized them for their descriptions beforehand. “Are those the fat, dumb birds everyone hates here?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
