Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
Turning her head slowly at the sound of the woman's voice, Maea found it disconcerting how the bloodlust only rose upon filling her vision with the sight of a person. A vision of another sweet, innocent looking girl came to mind, one that she had ambushed and assaulted in an alley long before she had any convenient excuses like inherited bloodlust and dark goddesses. What kept her from doing it all over again? What if she just...
What if, indeed.
The crow twisted in her hands. Shook its head and flapped wide wings, growing more frantic as it realized it was stuck. Drawing a deep breath, Maea forced her gaze back to the bird, and in one swift motion seized it around the neck and twisted. The snap as its neck broke resounded sharply in the air, and something within Maea eased too. Not completely, but enough that she could shake her head and turn back to Alys with an apologetic grimace.
"I'm sorry," she lied, "it probably could be saved. But I need it. Hard times..." Tucking the limp heap of feathers beneath one arm, the Ancient offered the bracelet back to Alys. Her hand shook slightly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Why was she making up stories? Why did it feel kind of good to deny the woman a chance to do what Maea herself couldn't? Jealousy... Why didn't she have the ability to heal?
It should have been her own gift. Could have been, once when Maea too was Abandoned. But not anymore.
"I should go find my shoe..."
What if, indeed.
The crow twisted in her hands. Shook its head and flapped wide wings, growing more frantic as it realized it was stuck. Drawing a deep breath, Maea forced her gaze back to the bird, and in one swift motion seized it around the neck and twisted. The snap as its neck broke resounded sharply in the air, and something within Maea eased too. Not completely, but enough that she could shake her head and turn back to Alys with an apologetic grimace.
"I'm sorry," she lied, "it probably could be saved. But I need it. Hard times..." Tucking the limp heap of feathers beneath one arm, the Ancient offered the bracelet back to Alys. Her hand shook slightly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Why was she making up stories? Why did it feel kind of good to deny the woman a chance to do what Maea herself couldn't? Jealousy... Why didn't she have the ability to heal?
It should have been her own gift. Could have been, once when Maea too was Abandoned. But not anymore.
"I should go find my shoe..."
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
