MAEA
Feeling the water rush down her spine, over the muscles and the skin while leaving cleanliness and warmth behind, Maea succumbed to a shudder as chill seeped out of her. Either she was getting used to the pain, or it was lessening under the warmth, but it started to feel a bit better. Perhaps the healing was still doing its job in her system too.
"I've no doubt Weaver will be fine, regardless," she agreed. She did rather look forward to spending more time around the Halovian woman; so far their interactions had been brief.
"Ah, so he told you that." Maea straightened slowly as the subject turned to their mutual troublemaker of a friend. When he was done fiddling with the soap, she leaned back against Sunjata and rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed as she tried to figure out what to add. Her thoughts moved so slowly, weariness bone deep. "All I've done is give him something to hold on to. He said he didn't want to make decisions, so I've made some for him. I do keep an eye on him as best as I can, but... in the end, if he goes off to do something stupid, I wont know until it's too late." A thought that brought her no end of anxiety, even though she knew it was his choice, his decision to make.
"It's all up to him though, if it'll help. I can't fix him, that's all on him. And until he decides that he really wants to live..." Maea shrugged, helpless in the face of that all consuming darkness.
The part that scared her the most about it all was that Loren wasn't the only one who felt the pull of it... The man behind her wasn't exactly a steady rock of mental health either. She moved a hand to place it over his where it lingered on her hip, as if to double check he was still there. Still real, and whole, and just a little bit drunk.
"I've no doubt Weaver will be fine, regardless," she agreed. She did rather look forward to spending more time around the Halovian woman; so far their interactions had been brief.
"Ah, so he told you that." Maea straightened slowly as the subject turned to their mutual troublemaker of a friend. When he was done fiddling with the soap, she leaned back against Sunjata and rested her head on his shoulder, eyes closed as she tried to figure out what to add. Her thoughts moved so slowly, weariness bone deep. "All I've done is give him something to hold on to. He said he didn't want to make decisions, so I've made some for him. I do keep an eye on him as best as I can, but... in the end, if he goes off to do something stupid, I wont know until it's too late." A thought that brought her no end of anxiety, even though she knew it was his choice, his decision to make.
"It's all up to him though, if it'll help. I can't fix him, that's all on him. And until he decides that he really wants to live..." Maea shrugged, helpless in the face of that all consuming darkness.
The part that scared her the most about it all was that Loren wasn't the only one who felt the pull of it... The man behind her wasn't exactly a steady rock of mental health either. She moved a hand to place it over his where it lingered on her hip, as if to double check he was still there. Still real, and whole, and just a little bit drunk.
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
