bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She rolled her eyes, scoffing at the rebuttal. “Oh? You didn’t decide to lead King’s End? Or to become Frey’s?” And while some of it was certainly in the service of others, she sincerely doubted fucking around brothels was a double-edged sword for him. It’d been a means of escape from Safrin, sure, but she couldn’t fathom that he didn’t enjoy the latter or the former. Swinging the birds again to ease the restlessness beginning to curl and conform to her senses, she snorted once more, watching the warm puff of air peel back into the cold layers. “What do you do all day for yourself then?” Melita might’ve been Ludo’s, but she also enjoyed causing bombastic scenes and blowing things up – a dual purpose to meet aspirations and ambitions for the both of them.
His last statement caused a bright laugh. “No way!” in obvious sarcasm, shaking her head. “You do like to sink rather than swim,” and she arched a brow, referring to many Flood monickers rather than the Heartless contortions, amongst his own past. “And you definitely know better by now.” Granting him another pointed look, she skipped ahead, trying to gain some momentum in the gigantic boots and multiple layers of pants. “But what’s to hold onto now? Just go out there and do it.”
His last statement caused a bright laugh. “No way!” in obvious sarcasm, shaking her head. “You do like to sink rather than swim,” and she arched a brow, referring to many Flood monickers rather than the Heartless contortions, amongst his own past. “And you definitely know better by now.” Granting him another pointed look, she skipped ahead, trying to gain some momentum in the gigantic boots and multiple layers of pants. “But what’s to hold onto now? Just go out there and do it.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
