bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Listening to his litany of technicalities, the demigod forged a mocking yawn behind her hand, shaking her head when all he could list was himself, beyond initial notions and motions towards Frey and King’s End, was fucking. Half of her wondered if he was just going through the motions on that end too – what with the inability to feel anything at all – but she wasn’t going to put that out into the ether. At the moment, anyway. “See. You gotta find some other recreational activity. A hobby."
She laughed at the immature and juvenile response though, swinging her dead birds in his direction. “You probably should’ve.” She wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything for him – blunt, to the point, and direct, saying exactly what one needed to hear. Whether or not they listened and did anything about it was on them. “You always try – but sometimes there’s some shit that’s not worth it. You know how it’s going to be. And is there value after all the fucking baggage, damage, and angst on the way down that road?”
She laughed at the immature and juvenile response though, swinging her dead birds in his direction. “You probably should’ve.” She wasn’t going to sugarcoat anything for him – blunt, to the point, and direct, saying exactly what one needed to hear. Whether or not they listened and did anything about it was on them. “You always try – but sometimes there’s some shit that’s not worth it. You know how it’s going to be. And is there value after all the fucking baggage, damage, and angst on the way down that road?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
