I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
“Of course,” she whispered low in Iskra ‘s ear, but with a wicked grin. As Flora wandered in she’d be greeted by the sight of confetti bursting upwards harmlessly, and showering down over the crowd, participants, and party-goers. A good show of amusement and chaos and innocence within the scene. “How was that?” awaiting his approval, before the show was on and the Doubletake was tearing up.
She grinned, massive and wide, content at the way the Queen went from person to person, and then stayed on Kaisel. Jack would never have thrown her a birthday party – fuck half the time he hadn’t even acknowledged her as significant to him. And while the bar might’ve seemed low (in hell), the fact that Kaisel had taken the opportunity to gather her family and friends here showed a great deal more. “Good for you, Flora,” she whispered mostly to herself, taking a deep breath, proud for her friend and all the things she deserved.
Melita had almost nearly reached for Iskra’s hand, when her eyes caught Ru maneuvering around. Flickering her gaze back and forth, from her uncle appearing near them, to the Valkyrie, she nearly cringed inwardly; waiting for something to happen that probably would never arise. Giving a quick glance to Iskra out of solidarity or dread, she welcomed Sunjata into their threshold. “Hey. Isn’t this nice? Do you want us to give you a big party too?” For what, she didn’t say, figuring the needling urge to tease would be better served as a distraction.
She grinned, massive and wide, content at the way the Queen went from person to person, and then stayed on Kaisel. Jack would never have thrown her a birthday party – fuck half the time he hadn’t even acknowledged her as significant to him. And while the bar might’ve seemed low (in hell), the fact that Kaisel had taken the opportunity to gather her family and friends here showed a great deal more. “Good for you, Flora,” she whispered mostly to herself, taking a deep breath, proud for her friend and all the things she deserved.
Melita had almost nearly reached for Iskra’s hand, when her eyes caught Ru maneuvering around. Flickering her gaze back and forth, from her uncle appearing near them, to the Valkyrie, she nearly cringed inwardly; waiting for something to happen that probably would never arise. Giving a quick glance to Iskra out of solidarity or dread, she welcomed Sunjata into their threshold. “Hey. Isn’t this nice? Do you want us to give you a big party too?” For what, she didn’t say, figuring the needling urge to tease would be better served as a distraction.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
