and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.

Starhen is sitting contentedly in the little dust hole she had scratched into the ground, thinking about her morning. So far she has already blown up three swallows and a squirrel, and it’s not even noon. That would be considered a productive day by any means, but she feels as though she has slacked off a little. She had really wanted to get rid of that bunny burrow, but the squirrel ended up taking more time than she had thought. And t’s Sunday, as Ophie had reminded her — the day of their lord and savior Canrage, and it should be a day of rest.

She could go blow up those annoying bunnies later. She freaking hated bunnies. She hated anything that got too close to their nest area, unless it was a worm. Then she had to eat it before any of those kids spotted it.

Fluffing up her feathers, she clucks softly at the sight of Ophie. He was so handsome, with the prettiest plumage and the biggest cox...comb she had ever seen. She settles in next to him, doing that creepy little head tilt chickens do when he ba-gocks at her. “You have such a way with words. You’re like a poet.”

starhen

it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )