Maea
Rest against my pillow
like the aging winter sun
like the aging winter sun
A faint sigh passed from the Ancient's pale lips. This was the part she hated. The moment after she did something, and gazes turned on her. She should ask Hotaru how she dealt with it, sometime. Or maybe she could take a page out of Danta's book and simply smile while people drew their own conclusion. Gazing at Alys, pale faced and afraid, Maea didn't know what to do. Neither approach really suited her.
It wasn't even that she was appalled and didn't recognize what she had become. It was that she knew exactly how she had wound up in this place, this moment, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it now. Except maybe apologize... But she couldn't bring herself to.
Water streamed down the pale face, as the torrential rain kept falling. Wiping it out of her eyes, she shrugged coolly and turned away from the woman, drawing her cloak tighter around herself. "Don't force yourself," she replied, drawing in on herself. Steeling for the moment where she inevitably wound up alone. "If you are afraid, you should go."
Looking around, she searched for the missing shoe in the gutters. It couldn't have bounced that far off.
It wasn't even that she was appalled and didn't recognize what she had become. It was that she knew exactly how she had wound up in this place, this moment, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it now. Except maybe apologize... But she couldn't bring herself to.
Water streamed down the pale face, as the torrential rain kept falling. Wiping it out of her eyes, she shrugged coolly and turned away from the woman, drawing her cloak tighter around herself. "Don't force yourself," she replied, drawing in on herself. Steeling for the moment where she inevitably wound up alone. "If you are afraid, you should go."
Looking around, she searched for the missing shoe in the gutters. It couldn't have bounced that far off.
Only wake each morning to
remember that you're gone
remember that you're gone
