Tell The Bees | j.m

The Endling.
The Hermit.
A daughter.
A killer.

In a nefarious world, where affection poisons, where mistakes bring death, where true hearts darkens unmistably, can one regain their kindness?

"The telling the bees is a traditional European custom, in which bees would be told of important events in their beekeeper's lives, such as births, marriages, or departures and returns in the household. If the custom was omitted or forgotten and the bees were not 'put into mourning', then it was believed a penalty would be paid, such as the bees might leave their hive, stop producing honey, or die.
There is some unfounded speculation that it is loosely derived from or perhaps, inspired by ancient Aegean notions about bees' ability to bridge the natural world with the afterlife."

A/N: English isn't my first language, so please, bear that in mind. Now, generally, this is a slow burn. As I am writing it now, I imagine it similar to the slow burn in GOT, between Brienne and Jaime (without prior incest, obviously). That's the dynamic I'm aiming towards, sort of.
Obviously, all characters beside the OC do not belong to me. All credit goes to NaugthyDog.

BONUS I: this story is also present on ArchiveOfOurOwn, under the name HermaphroditeSpaceCaset. Being a Wattpad reader from decades ago, back when the app had very minimal ads or even none, I grew to absolutely hate short chapters and having to suffer through a 2min ad for yet another small chapter and another 2min ad. With this story, you won't catch me lacking. Chapters WILL always be between 2 and 3000 words, maybe sometimes more. I hope you enjoy.