I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Her nose wrinkled at the consideration of security – going back and forth over the notions in her mind. On one hand, she could go in blasting on anyone who’d threaten Flora and Kai’s bliss, but on the other, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the actual ceremony. “I’ll think about it,” she winked, figuring Ronin and Remi would be the first hires for such a task anyway. “I could use my cannons,” if Kaisel needed a mental image to segment the offer in his mind. People being blasted out of their seats had a great ring to it.
Despite the assurances though, the over-the-top, grandiose scale seemed right on par with both of them. “No, no, I like it,” with her wave of assurance accompanied. “Everyone will talk about it for ages…might try to top it…,” she instigated, as if turning an invisible stirrer amongst a pot. “What’re you doing for food up there?” as an ever-present question.
Her following eyeroll though was massive and large and difficult to miss. “The season is over? It’s always swimming time here.” She pinpointed him with a ‘I think you’re full of shit’ look, before already beginning to form her own plot and plans to get ahold of a pair. And if not, she’d be stealing his.
Being nice to Kaisel might prove to be the more difficult option, which was why she’d begun to weigh out theft as a much more relevant possibility. Filling her cheeks up with air so they slowly unfurled, she waded further, plunging along and low, before popping back up again. “I just think you shouldn’t be throwing stones,” at glass houses and all that, and she shook her wet hair a little like a dog, and then slid into the fathoms once more on a long breath. The saltwater was a welcome breadth, calmed her demeanor that threatened to flare at the mutual griping, and she could help secure, anchor, the foundations of lines with little issue.
Returning to the surface left another inquiry out there, and this time if her cheeks went pink, they could blame it on the physical exertion or the welcome Torchline sun. “They’re going very nicely. We’re dating. He’ll be visiting here around LongNight,” maybe as a warning for the masses.
Despite the assurances though, the over-the-top, grandiose scale seemed right on par with both of them. “No, no, I like it,” with her wave of assurance accompanied. “Everyone will talk about it for ages…might try to top it…,” she instigated, as if turning an invisible stirrer amongst a pot. “What’re you doing for food up there?” as an ever-present question.
Her following eyeroll though was massive and large and difficult to miss. “The season is over? It’s always swimming time here.” She pinpointed him with a ‘I think you’re full of shit’ look, before already beginning to form her own plot and plans to get ahold of a pair. And if not, she’d be stealing his.
Being nice to Kaisel might prove to be the more difficult option, which was why she’d begun to weigh out theft as a much more relevant possibility. Filling her cheeks up with air so they slowly unfurled, she waded further, plunging along and low, before popping back up again. “I just think you shouldn’t be throwing stones,” at glass houses and all that, and she shook her wet hair a little like a dog, and then slid into the fathoms once more on a long breath. The saltwater was a welcome breadth, calmed her demeanor that threatened to flare at the mutual griping, and she could help secure, anchor, the foundations of lines with little issue.
Returning to the surface left another inquiry out there, and this time if her cheeks went pink, they could blame it on the physical exertion or the welcome Torchline sun. “They’re going very nicely. We’re dating. He’ll be visiting here around LongNight,” maybe as a warning for the masses.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
