Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
Surveying the work and craftmanship, Melita could only clap at the process and progress. “Those look great!” Fitting for a warm and wonderful couple, who were hopefully at peace with one another now.
And then Darkeye mentioned the fire, that the honeybee had already become distracted from. “Oh, right, sorry.” Fumbling and bumbling around, she checked the contents, figuring she’d probably need more of the dried pieces to ensure it remained in its current state. Hastening off again, she followed the same steps as before, snagging and tearing the dried proportions of underbrush lurking from the nearby jungle, and then coming back to feed it to the flames.
And then Darkeye mentioned the fire, that the honeybee had already become distracted from. “Oh, right, sorry.” Fumbling and bumbling around, she checked the contents, figuring she’d probably need more of the dried pieces to ensure it remained in its current state. Hastening off again, she followed the same steps as before, snagging and tearing the dried proportions of underbrush lurking from the nearby jungle, and then coming back to feed it to the flames.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
