mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The Honeybee’s eyes widened a fraction, then settled back into their usual and habitual wickedness; a little gleam of mischief as she took it all in. People being shitty and shifty wasn’t anything new – though without a war at present, it just seemed to be on purposeful and stupefying measures. While Flora didn’t name anyone, Ludo’s demigod had floated around the periphery long enough to catch more than just glimpses; snagging at details and strings when she could. Not involved in the slightest, but enough to have information and provide some musings when and where she could. “Ohhhh yeah. That was some shit. And on your birthday of all days,” as if that had meant the wounds were clearer and sharper. “Do you have that all resolved now?”
She winked at the thanks, leaving it there and out in the open, lowering herself a little further so the warm water touched at her chin and she could feel the mending, assuaging pulses of its heat massage its way into her muscles. Flora’s magic had her captivated though, and the vicious edges of her grin pulled tighter. “That’s brilliant. So you can just show them up. Call it all right out.” How satisfying that would be, she wondered, to pull the veil right across the frame and display the shittiness for what it really was. No more lies. No more duplicity. “Or yeah, enjoy it,” she laughed, partially sorry she’d immediately jumped the gun on how it could be armed and ready, instead of relishing and savoring. Maybe both.
Safrin herself was another blade though, all starry and serrated, so the Honeybee grew quiet, listening instead of toiling or preaching. Others had given her misgivings too once she’d accepted what Ludo had presented – thinking how much Remi had suffered under its nuances – but she hadn’t been contorted into the same array. She didn’t have to send souls to Mort’s Realm. She was amusement and chaos and a distraction from any other hellish ramparts. So the world didn’t take everything so seriously. The herald’s involvement with Flora might be like that too; no need to seduce or pull or produce multiple children. Humming a little, and taking a deep breath, she persisted in a curious facet. “Did she say what she wanted you to do?”
All that, and then the ningos. Rolling her eyes and losing all the softness from seconds before, she sneered at the fat fuckers. “I swear, these things have been around everywhere.”
She winked at the thanks, leaving it there and out in the open, lowering herself a little further so the warm water touched at her chin and she could feel the mending, assuaging pulses of its heat massage its way into her muscles. Flora’s magic had her captivated though, and the vicious edges of her grin pulled tighter. “That’s brilliant. So you can just show them up. Call it all right out.” How satisfying that would be, she wondered, to pull the veil right across the frame and display the shittiness for what it really was. No more lies. No more duplicity. “Or yeah, enjoy it,” she laughed, partially sorry she’d immediately jumped the gun on how it could be armed and ready, instead of relishing and savoring. Maybe both.
Safrin herself was another blade though, all starry and serrated, so the Honeybee grew quiet, listening instead of toiling or preaching. Others had given her misgivings too once she’d accepted what Ludo had presented – thinking how much Remi had suffered under its nuances – but she hadn’t been contorted into the same array. She didn’t have to send souls to Mort’s Realm. She was amusement and chaos and a distraction from any other hellish ramparts. So the world didn’t take everything so seriously. The herald’s involvement with Flora might be like that too; no need to seduce or pull or produce multiple children. Humming a little, and taking a deep breath, she persisted in a curious facet. “Did she say what she wanted you to do?”
All that, and then the ningos. Rolling her eyes and losing all the softness from seconds before, she sneered at the fat fuckers. “I swear, these things have been around everywhere.”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
