Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Was she hungry? There was a hollow, gnawing ache in her stomach, and it might be lack of food. Might be unease, the empty discomfort of a space inside her that had so recently been full of light...
Maea shook her head. "I want to," she replied, mild and soft and quiet as Leafchange rain. "It's the least I can do. You should rest..." It was the only thing she could do for him, right now. Without words, without her body to convey what her voice could not... at least her actions might speak for her.
That she was here because she wanted to be. That she didn't regret coming. How much she still cared, even when the distance between them might cast doubt over all of it.
She shifted, let herself slip down from the armrest and down into the couch proper. Pulled her legs up under her as the wings disappeared; a white little bundle that hardly took up any space at all. Maea's eyes fixed on the fire, to keep from straying back to him. Not trusting herself to keep all the locked up emotions from showing through.
"Are you... alright?" The question was very quiet. Very broad, open... a tentative attempt to open for conversation. If he wanted to.
Maea shook her head. "I want to," she replied, mild and soft and quiet as Leafchange rain. "It's the least I can do. You should rest..." It was the only thing she could do for him, right now. Without words, without her body to convey what her voice could not... at least her actions might speak for her.
That she was here because she wanted to be. That she didn't regret coming. How much she still cared, even when the distance between them might cast doubt over all of it.
She shifted, let herself slip down from the armrest and down into the couch proper. Pulled her legs up under her as the wings disappeared; a white little bundle that hardly took up any space at all. Maea's eyes fixed on the fire, to keep from straying back to him. Not trusting herself to keep all the locked up emotions from showing through.
"Are you... alright?" The question was very quiet. Very broad, open... a tentative attempt to open for conversation. If he wanted to.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
