watch her dance, she beckons you
fair warning: leave her to herself
She waved to Maeve and Adam, otherwise oblivious, maybe purposefully so, to the conversation at work. Tipsy and content with her own humming under her breath, the honeybee waited for Jack’s reaction to the gloves – that she’d been intending to be rid of for ages now. The stage whispering would’ve been enough to make her snort, if her mind wasn’t otherwise occupied in an altogether pleasant haze. “Gloves!” The announcement was also very loud, intentionally to be heard over the crowd whooping and cheering, hooting and hollering. “For crushing!” Or being mildly irritable and yearning to break fragile objects. She made several motions with her hands as if to signify something mauled and pummeled within their grasp.
As if this was explanation enough, the youth backed away, bounding off to grab another drink.
As if this was explanation enough, the youth backed away, bounding off to grab another drink.
beautiful to see, but poison to touch
calm and chaos, evolved and still evolving
MELITA
