Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Others would find her rampant need for destruction a little alarming; but gods, it felt good to watch chunks of that obsidian bastard fall to the ground. Audible booms and strikes echoed across the land, and the Honeybee was damned to be smug for at least a week. A representation of all their struggles with that particular building, of the Voice and her power, might, and control – the only thing that could’ve been better was if it had fallen. Maybe the Grounds could keep at it, use the parts for something other than an ostentatious dick-in-the-sky.
Patting the cannon again, a sigh of satisfaction ran through her, a wave of utter, feral delight. “Yes please,” she echoed again, the Cheshire grin still in place as she turned to Jack. Not even bothered by the notion of having to clean bugs off sails, the moment would continue to revolve around her mind – and the need for more.
{FIN}
Patting the cannon again, a sigh of satisfaction ran through her, a wave of utter, feral delight. “Yes please,” she echoed again, the Cheshire grin still in place as she turned to Jack. Not even bothered by the notion of having to clean bugs off sails, the moment would continue to revolve around her mind – and the need for more.
{FIN}
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
