bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones
the rattle roar of broken bones
Melita, forever amused by Ludo and its mischief, embraced the instant chaos wholeheartedly with a ring and reel of laughter. Not only from the plink plonk cavalcade of the toy instruments, but the appearance of it entirely over Koa’s shoulder – clearly meant to be a product of mayhem. The Honeybee relished in it.
Even the news of healing not being its thing didn’t dampen her spirits, bolstering a grin just the same. “That’s all right. I’ll always take a dagger,” in a nod of acceptance, eager and ready and willing to take on whatever necessary for a bright, shiny, new weapon.
As for the other news, her brows furrowed a bit, glancing over to the Dragoon to see if he was still alive from the initial shock, and to gauge the reaction to the information.
Even the news of healing not being its thing didn’t dampen her spirits, bolstering a grin just the same. “That’s all right. I’ll always take a dagger,” in a nod of acceptance, eager and ready and willing to take on whatever necessary for a bright, shiny, new weapon.
As for the other news, her brows furrowed a bit, glancing over to the Dragoon to see if he was still alive from the initial shock, and to gauge the reaction to the information.
the honeybee
Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw
angry, wild, and raw
