bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Preening over her own qualities as destroyer of stupid birds, she had still partially meant to goad him into something. She didn’t like seeing him hollowed out, with nothing but nonchalance and indifference stapled to his form like it’d all gone astray; one blow of the wind and he’d scatter. That wasn’t who he was or ever had been – save until now, after disastrous efforts and withered hearts and other besieged vessels. “Yeah, I don’t believe that,” she offered instead of curtailing and bowing to his nonsense, blowing a raspberry and snorting at his first statement. While he might enjoy wallowing in these measures, Melita didn’t do the same – taking the first coal and cinder and ember she could and setting it aflame. “What’s there to figure out? You get your shit repaired and then you find a new goal. You lead an entire region. You’re a demigod. You have a lot going for you and certainly enough to do.”
Huffing another breath as it puffed out around them, she persisted, unbothered in the haze of bullshit, and not known for her fondness of navel-gazing. “Like, I know it's ass. The whole situation sucks. You didn’t start it, and you still had to end it. But if you sit around and wait all day long, you won’t be getting anywhere. So go talk to Frey and see what they say.”
Huffing another breath as it puffed out around them, she persisted, unbothered in the haze of bullshit, and not known for her fondness of navel-gazing. “Like, I know it's ass. The whole situation sucks. You didn’t start it, and you still had to end it. But if you sit around and wait all day long, you won’t be getting anywhere. So go talk to Frey and see what they say.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
