I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Biting her lip to hold back protestations, it was hard for her not to point out that people remained included in the things that made her teeth itch. Perhaps she didn't have to go after them... but the urge to would always be there. How could she ever get close to others like that? It was impossible, a recipe for disaster and bound to get someone hurt. They, if she lost control, and she when they found out and left. Sunjata made it sound so easy, but Maea just couldn't let herself believe that it would work.
Bowing her neck under the weight of churning thoughts, it took her name on his tongue for Maea to look up again. Catching him smile, a pang shot through her chest, bitter and sweet; more sweet, actually. It had been a lifetime since Sunjata smiled at her.
"When did you become so wise?" she murmured, lured to return the gesture with an expression that softened ever so slightly. "I hope you are right. I've never been good at getting on... but it would be nice. Misery is becoming a bit... old."
Acting on an impulse, Maea reached out a hand and ran a clawed finger down the sea panther's nose. Soft and warm to the touch, the sensation in and of itself was a sign of change; that it almost made her cry again from sheer joy, that she was even capable of accessing those kinds of emotions - it had to be a good thing.
"Thank you, Jata. For listening."
Bowing her neck under the weight of churning thoughts, it took her name on his tongue for Maea to look up again. Catching him smile, a pang shot through her chest, bitter and sweet; more sweet, actually. It had been a lifetime since Sunjata smiled at her.
"When did you become so wise?" she murmured, lured to return the gesture with an expression that softened ever so slightly. "I hope you are right. I've never been good at getting on... but it would be nice. Misery is becoming a bit... old."
Acting on an impulse, Maea reached out a hand and ran a clawed finger down the sea panther's nose. Soft and warm to the touch, the sensation in and of itself was a sign of change; that it almost made her cry again from sheer joy, that she was even capable of accessing those kinds of emotions - it had to be a good thing.
"Thank you, Jata. For listening."
Maea
