The Honeybee
I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell
Melita had long since started tossing hers too, indifferent if she hit the basket or not. Instead, she was rapt at listening to the political upheavals, dramatics, and gossip, eyes continued to be wide and baffled by each turn of events. Harper feeling useless (when he could’ve y’know, do something) caused a snort, leadership roles, and then the state of Hadama and his notions sent her gaze straight back to Flora’s narration.I'll heal in hell
Phoebe fucking off was a regular occurrence, so that scarcely bothered or rankled, but her head tilted at aspects of their Mer King’s decisions – or lack thereof. She’d considered the man a friend, but hadn’t spoken to him in a while, uncertain where the lines had been drawn. “How are you supposed to prove yourself?” She’d already strived to take it on initially – were they all going to be subjected to tests now? Especially when they needed someone to take Harper’s place, and she doubted, many of them wanted to in the first place.
The other idea sparked something of a laugh through her chest, and she threw another volcanic stone. “Back to the way it used to be?”
Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage
of incandescent rage
Melita
