[RQ] make the ashes

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Melita probably resembled a gaping fish, but at that moment, so many notions were dropped that broke any working brain cells. Harper abdicating, and just fucking pissing off to wherever. Flora still wanting to lead. Being irritated about fountains. All of the brazen flares of pieced-together logic eventually tied, knotted, and gnarled themselves back again, but it took a few seconds more. “What the fuck?” she first solidified to Jude. “A mental break? From what?” Gods. Nothing had even been difficult lately, save for the whole clusterfuck of Safrin thing, and quite frankly, she didn’t give a shit about that either.

She tossed some more rocks in when she remembered why they were here, shaking her head all the while. “Dumb. It’s all dumb. And as for leading,” here she sneered at Flora, jokingly and humoring the notions, but absolutely not stepping one foot within the thoughts of guiding a world along. “You can have that responsibility,” handwaving it in her direction. “You gonna ask Hadama or are we going to do something else about it?”

Because the Honeybee always had the penchant for violence over substance.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita