bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
She never truly gave a reason for visiting; restlessness and boredom were probably not key highlights of a quiet LongNight and a tempestuous, mercurial individual. But they prompted just the same – an urgency gathered in her heart and lungs before they exploded and exuded out in pieces and pockets. She wasn’t without her companions; traversing alongside as they gathered their way from the bizarre crash site nearby, and eyeing everything else in the distance, uncertain and unsure, Melita met with her uncle at the appropriate time and place.
Though she hadn’t expected a well, and on hunches, nosiness, and nothing more but poor impulse control, she gazed over the stony rim, peering down into the void. The void gazed back with absolute nothingness – she wrinkled her nose, before turning to glance at the Storm. “Hey.” The kites distracted her almost immediately, eyes widening slightly at the honeybee one. “Ooh,” she murmured appreciatively, hands grasping in a ‘gimme’ motion. “What the fuck is up with the whole giant hole shit over there?”, nodding in the direction of where meteors had made their point. Perhaps it was wrong to presume Sunjata might've had a hand in it - but drama was drama.
Though she hadn’t expected a well, and on hunches, nosiness, and nothing more but poor impulse control, she gazed over the stony rim, peering down into the void. The void gazed back with absolute nothingness – she wrinkled her nose, before turning to glance at the Storm. “Hey.” The kites distracted her almost immediately, eyes widening slightly at the honeybee one. “Ooh,” she murmured appreciatively, hands grasping in a ‘gimme’ motion. “What the fuck is up with the whole giant hole shit over there?”, nodding in the direction of where meteors had made their point. Perhaps it was wrong to presume Sunjata might've had a hand in it - but drama was drama.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
