bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Hands played with her kite, toying with the string as she listened, humming under her breath. “Like…an animal or something?” Her top lip drew away from her mouth in a strange snarl, as if she were striving to understand the complexities of such a thing. Helovia didn’t have any crash-landing individuals, and the Rift had been such a clusterfuck of chaos, she wouldn’t have put it past the land – but she’d never been witness to it herself. “Well, I’ll keep an ear out. You’d think it’d be something pretty noticeable,” given the state of the craters.
As for the other weather nonsense, she shrugged her shoulders, beginning to unfurl the string further. “Right? Don’t know what the fuck’s up with that.” With not much else to add about such notions, she moved on. “Anything new with you?”
As for the other weather nonsense, she shrugged her shoulders, beginning to unfurl the string further. “Right? Don’t know what the fuck’s up with that.” With not much else to add about such notions, she moved on. “Anything new with you?”
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
