The Great Black King
a sweet, sweet tone like honey freshly taken from the hive.
A hive, one that had practically no worker bees to defend it, one that did not bring any difficulty to that child...
One who only willingly granted her honey.
The sweet part of you...
Stop thinking too much...
"It’s good that you recognize this, I’m happy," one part of me said sincerely, and the other...the other one kept asking, questioning "what is it like?" I leaned on my hands, those hands that were restless before.
"Ah..." her gaze was to the opposite of mine "how could I say? He has that air of mystery, one that gets to be...charming" bit his lip hard, as if trying to contain himself.
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