bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
He might’ve lost his heart, but that didn’t mean Sunjata had lost everything else that was him. Maybe a little harder to see nowadays – clouded and murky and gone back into shells and vessels – but still there, just under the surface. Though any pride or thought of him being more than just Heartless or Flood or Archon went away at the mocking, and she touched one of the dead birds to her chest in the pretense of offense. “Oh, you take that back! I can come up with way better shit than his!” Then there was the threat of wacking him with said decrepit and deceased birds.
His admittance at it being ‘nice’ earned a snort, sighing, waiting for him to strive forward from something more than a mere statement. But it would take time and patience and things she didn’t quite have in spades but he might. “See. Give it some thought.”
His admittance at it being ‘nice’ earned a snort, sighing, waiting for him to strive forward from something more than a mere statement. But it would take time and patience and things she didn’t quite have in spades but he might. “See. Give it some thought.”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
