there's always a glimmer in those
A few more sips, and she’d finished off the tea – comforting, tranquil, serene again. When she was ready, and her limbs didn’t shake, her fingers didn’t quiver, her hands didn’t itch for a weapon to bombard and bulldoze the world around her, the honeybee stood, accepting Maeve’s hand and invitation. “Okay. That sounds good.” Obliging, accepting, she bent down and hastened Fangorn off her lap, and gave Aidon another firm scratch of the head; grateful and obliging to them both.
Then she released the Madame, and walked, not shakily, but resolutely, determined, over to where they’d been working. Trying to force and forge it all away, pretend like it never happened, drift back into sanctities and sanctums before she’d found some inexplicable way to mar and blemish it. Digits reached for tools, ready to resume scraping it all down, swallowing a length of bile pulsing down her throat, before beginning again. Not wanting to talk about whatever they’d experienced, she placated, strived to find something else to discuss. “What else do you do with the honey?”
Then she released the Madame, and walked, not shakily, but resolutely, determined, over to where they’d been working. Trying to force and forge it all away, pretend like it never happened, drift back into sanctities and sanctums before she’d found some inexplicable way to mar and blemish it. Digits reached for tools, ready to resume scraping it all down, swallowing a length of bile pulsing down her throat, before beginning again. Not wanting to talk about whatever they’d experienced, she placated, strived to find something else to discuss. “What else do you do with the honey?”
who have been through the dark
MELITA
