MAEA
She felt dead on her feet. Every step was an effort. Maea was vaguely aware of Sunjata looming behind her, ready to pick her up should her legs fail her, and some stubborn part made that all the more reason to keep moving on her own. To push herself a little more, try a little harder, so she wouldn't fall behind. Wouldn't become a burden on him.
He guided her to a room she hadn't been in before. Maea stood in the dark while he kindled the lights within, knowing she should help but unable to bring herself to do anything. Not until she was directed to the bathroom, and she had to force her unwilling body to move again. He made the water come on, and Maea began a new attempt to peel her tunic off. This time she tried to ease it off over her shoulders, but the leather was hard and stiff from being dunked in salt water, and her shoulders were so tender she almost wept after getting it halfway up over the chest. Then, finally, it slipped off, and half the shirt was brought with it over her head, exposing her back and sides.
They were splattered with color. Large, splotchy bruises rippled across both ribs and shoulderblades in hues of purple and green, showing signs of having actually bled through in places. They continued down her hip on one side, disappearing beneath the salt-stained breeches.
"Ow," the girl groaned, half-sobbing as she began to untangle herself from the shirt, only half succeeding.
He guided her to a room she hadn't been in before. Maea stood in the dark while he kindled the lights within, knowing she should help but unable to bring herself to do anything. Not until she was directed to the bathroom, and she had to force her unwilling body to move again. He made the water come on, and Maea began a new attempt to peel her tunic off. This time she tried to ease it off over her shoulders, but the leather was hard and stiff from being dunked in salt water, and her shoulders were so tender she almost wept after getting it halfway up over the chest. Then, finally, it slipped off, and half the shirt was brought with it over her head, exposing her back and sides.
They were splattered with color. Large, splotchy bruises rippled across both ribs and shoulderblades in hues of purple and green, showing signs of having actually bled through in places. They continued down her hip on one side, disappearing beneath the salt-stained breeches.
"Ow," the girl groaned, half-sobbing as she began to untangle herself from the shirt, only half succeeding.
Lost in a world full of non-believers
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
Searching for smoke in a still water pond
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
