( she hums, discontent — the sound of a wounded bird putting pressure on a leg, and not knowing where the pain comes from, only that it's there and vibrant and real, unsure why sanji is so displeased with her. well. not so displeased — he said he wouldn't hit her, which is more than she's ever gotten from the servants, so she'll take the win where she can, retying the apron around her, extra string from the belt knotted around her front. she warbles, wondering. sanji has his back to her, like he can't look at her — a little like how bee can't look at him sometimes, when his feelings are too loud. she hesitates. then steps up next to him, taking the cake and the plate she put it on and moving it from his reach, to the dining table. she knows sanji isn't one to waste food, but she'd never forgive him if he took his anger out on her cake.
then again, it is as ugly thing, so maybe it would be better served in the garbage. frowning, bee stares at it critically, trying to find the misstep. maybe it was presumptuous to put bees next to bunnies. it wouldn't be surprising to hear sanji only tolerates her, although that wouldn't stop it from hurting. then again, bee is nothing but one big ball of hurt, convinced no one who has ever been has ever loved her, so maybe it is nothing but poetic justice, for a child as intolerable as her. she doesn't know. )
I was born in the midwinter, the 20th of December. ( near enough to the longest night of the year. she stares at sanji's back hopefully, digging her teeth into her lips before continuing on. ) My mother was pregnant for two and a half years. I remember being in her stomach.
( she's learned, this isn't entirely usual for children to remember — most can't remember their first days alive, but bee remembers it all, every gasp to the ghastly sight of her, every promise she wouldn't live another hour, even an assassination attempt on her part, asleep in her baby's bassinet. )
I had a dream which told me your birthday. I saw a small mouse with a crown of flowers, daffodils and primroses, who was born from a cat who eats little mice when they aren't fast enough. And the mouse said, "I won't get any older, so I won't change, so I will always be quick, and one step ahead." I saw the mouse with a huge feast of fruits, having outsmarted the cat, to say it's birthday would be everyday but the one day it was, which was March the 2nd. But the mouse did not look happy, to be perched among oranges and limes and be without any other mice to share it with. ( she pauses, taking a deep breath. ) Did I misinterpret? Dreams are so sly, so sneaky, sometimes. They can mean so many things. I thought it meant you wanted to be celebrated, to share food with ... um, well, to share with people, I suppose. I thought you would like it.
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then again, it is as ugly thing, so maybe it would be better served in the garbage. frowning, bee stares at it critically, trying to find the misstep. maybe it was presumptuous to put bees next to bunnies. it wouldn't be surprising to hear sanji only tolerates her, although that wouldn't stop it from hurting. then again, bee is nothing but one big ball of hurt, convinced no one who has ever been has ever loved her, so maybe it is nothing but poetic justice, for a child as intolerable as her. she doesn't know. )
I was born in the midwinter, the 20th of December. ( near enough to the longest night of the year. she stares at sanji's back hopefully, digging her teeth into her lips before continuing on. ) My mother was pregnant for two and a half years. I remember being in her stomach.
( she's learned, this isn't entirely usual for children to remember — most can't remember their first days alive, but bee remembers it all, every gasp to the ghastly sight of her, every promise she wouldn't live another hour, even an assassination attempt on her part, asleep in her baby's bassinet. )
I had a dream which told me your birthday. I saw a small mouse with a crown of flowers, daffodils and primroses, who was born from a cat who eats little mice when they aren't fast enough. And the mouse said, "I won't get any older, so I won't change, so I will always be quick, and one step ahead." I saw the mouse with a huge feast of fruits, having outsmarted the cat, to say it's birthday would be everyday but the one day it was, which was March the 2nd. But the mouse did not look happy, to be perched among oranges and limes and be without any other mice to share it with. ( she pauses, taking a deep breath. ) Did I misinterpret? Dreams are so sly, so sneaky, sometimes. They can mean so many things. I thought it meant you wanted to be celebrated, to share food with ... um, well, to share with people, I suppose. I thought you would like it.