bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Far be it from Mel to not be a tad bit juvenile and proud of her accomplishments, even if it was just plucking some of the dumbest birds to ever exist from the sky. “Well, maybe I didn’t,” she hummed in response instead, laughing as he handed over the fluffy corpses. She snagged them at the legs, dangling them from her gloves hands, beginning to swing them back and forth as they walked and looped around the blackened sand. Maybe she could pluck some of the feathers and hide them around Iskra's house.
Not that she was done with any of the subject matter from before, but she bobbed around it now, cautiously…as much as the Honeybee could manage. “I mean it though, really,” she extended, half-serious and half-trying to gauge where the figments would land. “You should get back to yourself. Whatever that’s going to be.” Not who he’d strived to be for Ru or for the region or for wars or some shit – mending to the broken portions and then reallocating his life.
Not that she was done with any of the subject matter from before, but she bobbed around it now, cautiously…as much as the Honeybee could manage. “I mean it though, really,” she extended, half-serious and half-trying to gauge where the figments would land. “You should get back to yourself. Whatever that’s going to be.” Not who he’d strived to be for Ru or for the region or for wars or some shit – mending to the broken portions and then reallocating his life.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
